Red Barz Cardi B

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Cardi B - Red Barz
[Wstęp]
gUh, yeah     G 
gSome regular Cdegular, bloody bars
[Zwrotka]
gI swear to God, they ain't wGanna see me leave the club
gGot up on my shit and now thCey scared to show me love
gThey'd rather see me on the Gpole twerkin' it for dubs
gI guess I really gotta show Cthem what the fuck is up
gI'm on some other shit, thatG Cardi B gutta shit
gEvery time I catch a hating Cbitch, she on her stutter shit
gCan't finish her words but oGn Instagram thuggin' shit
gYou set yourself up, don't mCake it seem like I be buggin', bitch
gAnd niggas hatin' on me, reaGlly be upset
gI don't know, make me wonderC what you got between your legs
gYou a real nigga mad at a biGtch for getting bread?
gYou's a bitch from birth, yoCu just grew a third leg, woo!
gBite down, bite down, it wasG crunch time
gYeah I skip all of them bitcChes in the lunch line
gI put in work, now I'm here Gat the front line
gReady for the bullshit, I swCear it's on my bloodline
gTouch mine, getting slumped,G slimed one time
gPump blind, bitches quick, tChen I dump mine
gPull up with the Gucci clutcGh, spitting clutch rhymes
gFlyer than a big big B with Ca Blood tie
gDon't Do much, she get hard Gwhen I bust wines
gNo straws for this juice boxC, got one time
gLast nigga I was with went iGnsane
g'Cause my head game movin' hCills like I'm lookin' for the sunshine
gI'm a Bronx bitch birthed frGom the hip-hop
gFrom the block to the tick tCock in the Patek watch
gQuick drop with the cash, coGuldn't fit the Ziploc
gGrips locked, get your shit Cpopped in my flip flops
gWalking out, but every dollaGr, I still want it all
gNow he wanna nail me, I coulCd give your man a cure
gYou gotta mail me, but I donG't check my spam at all
gNever feel what you're sayinC' like I'm usin' Anbesol
gTravel all around the statesG getting nice checks
gI was tourin' off a tape, I Chad a hype set
gIs that the reason all theseG niggas wanna pipe next?
gI'm a creep, bitch, see his Cdick through his Nike Tech
gGot 'em all scared, I ain't Geven strike yet
gWire up jaws when I swing ifC the mic stretch
gI recall, took the right steGps, had a shot
gSo I took the shit, now thisC game gon' need a life vest
[Zakończenie]
Uh
I said, woo!
Huh

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