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cardi b - imaginary playerz (acapella) كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah
it’s the motherf_ckin’ brimcess, you heard?
the sh_t these b_tches be braggin’ about is like
sh_t i was doin’ in like 2016, type sh_t
like (why these b_tches hatin’?)
you b_tches don’t even know the difference between vintage and archive, like
(why these b_tches hatin’?)
yeah, look

[verse 1]
now i spit that other sh_t, pretty motherf_cker sh_t
cardi b, every song platinum, i’m not the other b_tch
whatever you was gon’ pay her, you gotta double it
gloryhole, b_tches don’t know who they f_ckin’ with
their money my stocks and share money
your booking fee is my makeup and hair money
b_tches say i think i’m the sh_t, and do (and do), and did
just know you b_tches can’t live
i got the hottest sh_t, hop out, poppin’ it
they say i walk around lookin’ like a compliment
shut up, stop whinin’, cardi still shinin’
hoes kept complainin’, so i copped more diamonds
and more archive, vintage couture on me
i got more gaultier than jean probably
summer with cheeks out, winter, it’s minks out
i buy grown man watches and make ’em take links out, b_tch
[interlude]
(why these b_tches hatin’?) i mean
it’s really easy for me to talk this sh_t, ’cause i live this sh_t (why these b_tches hatin’?)
i just gotta make it rhyme

[verse 2]
b_tches, i leave ’em all f_cked, fists be balled up
y’all hoes look cheap, that sh_t don’t cost much
i’m a star, but i’ll smack you, don’t get starstruck
patience lookin’ at me like, “cardi, what the f_ck?”
striped like thom brown, these b_tches should calm down
quicker they lift up, the quicker they fall down
poor thing, twitter must be gassin’ them heavy
makin’ them jump in the rim with the brim before they ready
i seen whole fan pages, make avatar changes
all that old love go to new fan bases
now your fifteen up, you already out of time
i’m a legend, they gon’ hang my heels from the power lines

[interlude]
(why these b_tches hatin’?) all i’m sayin’ is
god forbid some sh_t happened to the brim
put my motherf_ckin’ heels in nelson ave (why these b_tches hatin’?)
bronx legend, you heard?

[verse 3]
my flop and your flop is not the same
if you did dirty numbers, y’all would pop champagne
if i did your numbers, i would hop out a plane
suicide if i fall from the distance you and i
they gotta be kidding
whatever they smokin’ on, it gotta be hitting
the bag you just posted been in the closet sittin’
the car he just got you, bow tie and a ribbon?
been in my driveway not gettin’ driven
y’all some b_tches, ho, y’all just started startin’
birthday at carbone, to me that’s olive garden
a n_gga couldn’t take me there, that’s y’all department
tasteless, basic
i’m a waldorf penthouse every state, b_tch
2016, i had fashion nova lit
ask rich, y’all need your ass whipped
[interlude]
what the f_ck you mean b_tch is oudressin’ me? (why these b_tches hatin’?)
how that b_tch outdressin’ me with my f_ckin’ vibe, b_tch? (why these b_tches hatin’?)
duh, i dressed that b_tch

[outro]
fixin’ y’all mout to talk fashion with me
i’m the one who showed these girls what fashion could be
the first rap b_tch on the cover of vogue
but somehow y’all passed me, i suppose?
i know your type, all bold and all cap
for the love of hip hop, y’all knew me before that
these b_tches is nuts, b_tches is ball sacks
and behind my back, b_tches be tight like bra straps, ayy

- cardi b

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