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letra de ntmo - kardi redd diamond

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(intro)

kardi what the f-ck is up? (kardi what up?)

i got some sh-t to talk

this is a note to my ops
you b-tches is weird
and funny too

(verse 1)

hands up b-tch, class is in session
and i’m the professor, it’s ’bout time we got you a lesson (?)
no, a b-tch can’t take me, yeah, i’m runnin’ the city
while you b-tches still gargling milk from ya mama’s titties

kardi is the barbie, you cannot touch (???)
and yes you gotta pay a fee if you just wanna address me
be mad at yo n-gga b-tch cuz you caught us texting
and i ain’t switchin’ up the game, b-tch it’s up like the jetsons (?)

i’m (??) and winnin’, you b-tches is losin’
and when i’m outside, best believe that we foolin’
baby you foolish, you don’t wanna do this
cuz trust me b-tches get put down for havin’ them loosе lips
i tried to (?) with you b-tches
i really put on for you b-tchеs
and this is the thanks that i get, wow
now i’mma sh-t on you b-tches

i beez the thickest diamond, b-tch i’m whole lotta pressure
and when i bring ’em to they knees i cause a big ass depression (?)
sucking the life out you b-tches, yes i got big suction
i’m not the one to play with b-tch, that’s end of discussion

you b-tches is nothin’, you b-tches is buggin’
you gon keep playin’ p-ssy, best believe that i’m f-ckin’

(i love talkin’ my sh-t)
(pass the migos, i’m bout to get drunk)
(hold the lime and the salt, i’m drivin’ the boat?)

(verse 2)

aw, they let me come back in
you know we bout to get it with them back ends
make these b-tches nervous every time i step in
got these b-tches nerves at a 10

i’m the life of the party, i’m hurricane kardi
i really am the goat b-tch, count the deposits
if you wit it, i’m bout it, if it smoke then i got it
you a vegan talking beef b-tch, i really doubt it
d-i-a-m-o-n-d b-tch
you can’t help but look at me
d-i-a-m-o-n-d b-tch
mad cause she can’t f-ck with me

rich b-tch energy, seven days a week
you b-tches really basic so you hoes can’t compete
don’t let me get to rappin’ bout this p-ssy cause your n-ggas want a taste, and i think they want a piece, please

wake up b-tch, you sleep
lazy broke sh-t really for the weak
i hit the ground running and a b-tch ain’t missed a beat
i lay it in the booth and give the mic a whole treat
mwah

(sincerely, kardi redd)
(bum ass, cap ass, b-tches)

- kardi redd diamond

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