Cardi B – Like What (Freestyle) (versuri)

Versurile piesei „Like What (Freestyle)”, interpretata de Cardi B

 

Ayo, let me put some gas in this motherf*ckin’ year, bytch
I ain’t really talked my shit in a minute
Like who the f*ck these bitches really think they talkin’ to?
Like, bytch, is you f*ckin’ dumb?

Classy and a kunt (And a kunt)
Blocks and money gettin’ spunt (Gettin’ spunt)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain’t what you want (Nah)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, „Yes” (Yes)
Bytch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain’t even got dressed
Any L that I took, come after YS
Oh, man (Oh, man)

Baby, here we go again (Here we go again)
Pussy real fat, probably got a double chin
First, that bytch hate me, then this bytch hate me
And somehow, they link up and they become friends, like, how?
Bitch, pipe down (Pipe down)
Moodboard, all y’all imitatin’ my style (Mm)
Bad bytch, red lips, let me show you
White toes, eatin’ yellowtail out of Nobu
Uh, keep a hater obsessed
In my comments, havin’ a dyck suckin’ contest (Contest)
I’m pressure, y’all pressed (Y’all pressed)
Y’all don’t get addressed, y’all’s gettin’ outdressed, look (Okurrr)
It’s a look when I’m hoppin’ out the V (Uh-huh)
Red wig hangin’ down to my knees (Uh-huh)
It’s your birthday, but they talking ‘bout me (‘Bout me)
Why you mad? Take a picture, say, „Cheese” (Say, „Cheese”)
You dumb, you slow, you wildin’ (Ah, you wildin’)
Got your first pair of Ricks, now you stylin’? (Ah, you stylin’)
Everything you got, I had five years before
I put it on the ‘Gram (Hahahaha) ‘fore it even hit the store, look

Classy and a kunt (And a kunt)
Blocks and money gettin’ spunt (Gettin’ spunt)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain’t what you want (Nah)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, „Yes” (Yes)
Bytch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain’t even got dressed
Any L that I took, come after YS
Oh, man (Oh, man)

I know y’all bytches be horsin’ (Horsin’)
Lookin’ this good is really exhaustin’ (Exhaustin’)
Diamonds hit, Stone Cold Steve Austin (Brr)
Just got my lasered pussy smooth like a dolphin (Agh)
Top notch bytch get the most, not the lesser (Uh)
Bytches look big like third trimester (Yes)
Every time I pose, these bytches get stress-er
Y’all be puttin’ on shit, I don’t never
Bytches be hatin’ on the low, I peep it
If I say anything mean, I mean it
I ain’t never lost no nygga I needed
I’m rich, I ain’t gettin’ in no pool that’s not heated (Nah)
Big ass yacht and I’m havin’ sex on it
Her life so trash, think I put a hex on it
Bytches be laughin’, like, ho, what’s funny?
You braggin’ on a nygga that be dyin’ to f*ck me (F*ck me)

Classy and a kunt (And a kunt)
Blocks and money gettin’ spunt (Gettin’ spunt)
Like (Like), like what? (Like what?)
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain’t what you want (Nah)
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is, „Yes” (Yes)
Bytch said she wanna be my opp, God bless (God bless)
Look, I ain’t even got dressed
Any L that I took, come after YS
Oh, man (Oh, man)

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