Cardi B - Salute Songtexte

Songtexte Salute - Cardi B




Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
You mean to tell me you'd die over nothin'?
Ho, everybody fuckin', that's the end of discussion
Bitch like me that came out the mud
Might help somebody out 'cause i came up from nothin'
Big Bardi in a big-body Benz
With a big-body kit, put the lane over somethin'
He gettin' mad, won't give him my number
Cup in the middle got me feelin' December
Put in lotta work, i'm gon' kill it this summer
Been on a yacht, no ceilin' this summer
Bitch been bad, so it make you curious
Never switched up, so you can't be serious
Disrespect me, yeah, you can't be serious
I'm in a Lam', it can't be yours
I'm in a Urus, my whip premature
When i look around, i have children on children
Killin' the game, my heart the purest
I need my flowers, now call the florist
I plant the seeds, it's time to flourish
Don't turn on that street, it's not for tourists
You know i'm livin' it up when i'm liftin' it up
Let a nigga know i came to stunt
Then we gon' park in the front, wasn't sittin' in the front
Let a nigga know i came to front
This shit is bigger than us, let you know that it's bigger than us
'Cause they pickin' it up
Takin' the lingo, the fashion, the foreign cars
Man, bitches is eatin' it up
I am the reference, yeah, i am the vision board
I put that shit on these bitches, they can't ignore
Hustle too hard to ever be unemployed
Just like a Honda, got things in accord
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
High off a molly, my breasts are like Dolly
I'm ridin' my nigga just like a Ducati
Choppin' the top off the car like karate
Eliantte put a bracelet up on me
Shorty tried stealin' my style, but i caught her
Send me a picture of drip and i bought it
Bardi an icon and this is iconic
Made a few millions off talkin' Ebonics
I am too blessed to be talkin' demonic
I switched the lies and gained the money
Rub on the thighs and kiss on the stomach
My watch is sick, it's makin' 'em vomit
My throat as long as a trumpet
If my bitches say fuck it, then fuck it
Hold your partner up just like some crutches
Got her pussy wet just like a bucket, fuck it
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches
Salute the real bitches



Autor(en): Tauheed Epps, Bryan Simmons, Belcalis Almanzar, Quentin Shemwell, Lesidney Ragland, Gary Bernard Terrell Jr., Jordan Kylelanier Thorpe, Bernardus H M Ben Huijbregts, Casey Mcmilan


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