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There's a lot of drama between you and your beautiful wife, Cardi B Let's talk about some music Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia Ealou—, jealous, jealou— Jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia Jealou—, jealous, jealou— Jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch Hatin' ass nigga 'cause I got it out the mud Hatin' in the family, nigga, be your own blood Screamin', "Fuck 12" to the D.A. and judge Never been a dub, never been a scrub .45 Glock, now, oh, you want the judge? Better than who? Must be high on them drugs Coolin' in the mansion with the bubbles in the tub Heard you undercover, you a bitch, you was a stud 'Set, yes, nigga, don't try mе In a Lamb', I be damned if a nigga try me Gеttin' ham with the fam, man, a nigga gotta eat Shawty, nuttin', I'ma bust, I'ma trick for a treat 'Fore I bought the Lamb', I was ridin' in the Jeep Five-hundred horses with a stick on a seat Fuck that nigga, he'll fold when there's heat SongtexteGo against the code for the dough, boy, you weak Go against the grain, man, you know a nigga lame Cartier frames, I can see a nigga brain Cartier bracelet, they matchin' with the chain Dirt up on my name, man, you nigga should be shamed Knock off her boot when I'm throwin' up gang Diamond fruit loops in this watch, and it's plain My dawg got the juice and I'm smokin' propane I'm gunnin', I run to the money, Usain Who talkin'? Who tellin'? Who sang? I'm sellin' prescription cocaine She fuck with my pimpin', my cane I'm Michael, I'm not no Jermaine Jealousy, that shit gon' eat your heart out This a AR, sawed off, we'll slay your squad out This the beast you brought out, this a feast, we ball out I'll eat your heart out, I'll pull your card out It's simple, put holes in his face like it's dimples New Kimber, new bop-bop, bop-bop, make it limp him He play with me, blowin' me, rise in my temper I got millions of racks in my mansion, my temple I'm gangsta but with your bitch, I get gentle Wanksta, take out your teeth like it's dentures I'm blankin', you eat this Glock, I'm Miss Winners Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia Jealou—, jealous, jealou— Jealous ass bitch What the fuck these bitches talking 'bout, man? Mafia, mafia, mafia, mafia I mean, who's tellin' us what? Jealou—, jealous, jealou— Jealous ass bitch Bardi Look, ain't no bitch finna front on me (No) Bad body bitch with the jumbo teeth Yellow Lamborghini like a bumblebee Girl, nobody listen to you 'less you talking 'bout me (Woo) It's always a bird tryna tweet shit (Yeah) You offended when I be on defense (Fuck you) They're too worried 'bout me and my nigga (Huh) You should worry 'bout the nigga yours sleep with, hmm (Ah) Face is given and never not gave Been to Atlanta, but bitches ain't brave How bitches mad? I'm the number one pick It's funny, your nigga the one that's a trade Bitches is mad stupid (Stupid) They get to the bag and lose it (Lose it) I'm still in the bed, I live on her head Water and gas included, brrt (Grrah) Biches don't wanna go Birkin for Birkin Bitches ain't got enough hits for a Verzuz Bitches be actin' so different in person Cartier frames, I can see why she nervous (Woo) This shit a circus, I'm dripped in detergent I'm sick, get the nurses, my whip got the curtains I'm dripped out in Hermes A bitch say my name, then she number one trendin' I did you a service, bitch Jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch Like, huh? Jealous ass bitch Jealous ass bitch Man, what the fuck these hoes talking 'bout? Hold on, hold on, hold on Look, let's keep it a bean, let's keep it a buck If I had a dick, it need to be sucked All of my opps is runnin' they jibs Stomach too big, it need to be tucked (Ah-ah-ah) All of that cryin' be keepin' me up When Bardi's around, they see me and duck When I make a post, I'm leavin' it up They came from the hood but they leave in the trunk Bitch Aus Songtexte Mania