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dee watkins – cardi b lyrics

[intro]
ayy
(d+mn, bt)
ayy
go, go
haa
uh, ayy

[chorus]
cuban link, first degree, press the dough, rp cartier
diamonds on my wrist, hit like cardi b
say she got a n+gga, i ain’t trippin’ hey that’s fine with me
perky 10 got me dozing out, but i ain’t tryna’ to sleep
ayy, uh she know i ain’t sh+t, but she gon f+ck with me regardless
she a hood b+tch, she said she like her n+ggas toxic
all these f+cking diamonds on my neck, that made her nauseous
i’ma ugly n+gga, but i like my b+tches gorgeous
[verse]
ayy, ayy
f+ck it up, get it back
you know i ain’t trippin’ by no paper i got plenty racks
how you know who ran off with your sh+t, but still ain’t get it back
f+ck i look like beef and bottle, b+tch i can’t go 10’10
i be fresh as h+ll, i look like i jumped above the grave
he a social thug, how you only gangsta on your page
i just f+ck this b+tch and said i had to go, i shouldn’t stayed
they like ’’how the f+ck you made it out the trenches?’’ ’cause i pray
ayy, switch my car, switch my low, cut her off, not my hoe
only thing i’m scared of in this f+cking world, is going broke
if it’s smoke, let me know, free my ops, let ’em go
yeah, let’s go toe for toe yeah, let’s go blow for blow
had to show that b+tch that she ain’t special
ayy, left that b+tch alone, then it’s on to the next one, ayy
real street n+gga, i ain’t nothin’ like the rest of ’em
i know i be trippin’ on these b+tches, but i’m blessed of it

- dee watkins lyrics

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