Cardi B - Bronx Season lyrics

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Cardi B - Bronx Season lyrics

[Intro] Oh, how you doing? I'm alright (laughs) Now how much times do I gotta prove these n***as wrong? And how much times I gotta show these b**hes I ain't soft? How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost? Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts? All these labels, throwing deals from left to right But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right All these people think that this sh** happen overnight All that flexin' they be doing sh** is all a hype No tolerance for a hating b**h Talking sh** Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm s**ing dick So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's f**ing lit And don't be talking all that sorry sh** Don't flip the script I see the lights I hear the hype I hit the mic I k** the show I get my dough I catch a flight I see a hater I'm running down It's on sight I throw my hands I hit em' left I hit em' right [Verse 1] They sleeping on me just because I used to strip But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP Blowing up my phone Saying everything I touch is lit Acting cool and wanna f** me Like they wasn't talking sh** I let em' live Let the shady motherf**ers live Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is Don't got the bat? Well then what you really tryna pitch? Don't waste my time I ain't never been no average b**h [Verse 2] Not to mention I did my tour and that sh** was winning Independent, the headline Award of feeling I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given I love the fans They fill me up with their ammunition I don't really talk sh** but now I gotta off this I don't know why b**hes think we work in the same office Corny b**hes tryna keep up? Look exhausted Wave the white flag Girl, you might as well just forfeit [Verse 3] My ex told me I was never gon' be sh** Lookie, lookie now Lookie now n***a I'm that b**h What you thought? Yeah, you really lost Now you kinda sick But I ain't never need a n***a I was always on my sh** I used to stare at magazines On the train Looking at these models Like "I gotta be this one day" f** around Got myself a name Now I'm getting paid Left the corny b**hes in the grave Now they throwing shade [Outro]

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