paroles de chanson Dead (feat. Summer Walker) - Summer Walker , Cardi B

Grammy-Award-winning recording artist
Cardi B, known for her chart-topping hits
Now stands accused of a crime spree
That has left a trail of devastation and fear
National rap superstar is on the run
After being linked to a series of brutal killings
And report any sightings immediately
According to police, the victim
Cardi B, who has always been a controversial
Bloggers, journalists, and most chillingly
Several female rappers
If these allegations are true
It will undoubtedly be one of the darkest chapters
In music history
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

I took that demon to the ride
I'm goin' fast (Fast)
"Mirror, mirror, who the baddest bitch?"
She looking back
I know these bitches in my shadow
Feel so cold
I don't think these bitches know
I want their heads, I want them begging for their life
I want them dead
I know they heard a bitch was coming
And they scared
I wanna pull they lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead

Can't compete with me
I'm not the one
I tell hoes to suck my dick
They put their hair up in a bun
I let these bitches see
I should've left these hoes with none
Never smart to beef with me
What can I say?
These hoes be dumb
Bitches love to die young
Look, the water fountain
Put my toes in it
Music fire, put my soul in it
My coochie and my business
These bitches love putting they nose in it
Tell a bitch, "You better use your head
Before I come there, put a hole in it"
Like, pow, pow, pow
Now she can bowl with it
They say, "Cardi, you tweaking,"
Nah, I don't be tweaking enough
Bitches be doing shit
And I be letting it slide
I don't be bringing it up
Bitches be out here telling lies about me
And y'all just be eating it up
But when I drag it to hell
"Cardi, you evil as fuck"
She say my name, she getting belt
She think I'm playing, she getting belt
When we go in the store
Don't touch nothing
You complain or you getting belt
I cried three hundred days last year
And none of y'all called me up
And like those tears that ran down my cheek
Y'all 'bout to be salty as fuck, girl
Guess who drop a thousand times
And none of it's working?
Guess who doing shows for damn near free
And pockets hurting?
Guess who make sure that she play nice
When we in person?
And guess who done bodied up more bitches
Than they surgeon? Uh
I'm collecting body bags like they purses
I don't even rap no more, I drive hearses
Bitches got some nerve and them be nervous (Ah-ah-ah)
Don't tell me, tell customer service
Not for nothing, I'm that bitch
I look good, plus I'm thick
If you get money and you cute
Then, bae, you basically my twin
You been here since "Washpoppin,"
Then we basically locked in
You done seen me get knocked down nine times
Still get up ten
They still mad about that Grammy
They still mad that I'm still poppin'
They still mad that they don't play her in the club
And I went diamond
Hoes tried rebranding, revamped it
But ain't do nothin'
Had another baby, I was pre-eclamptic
You gotta love it
Niggas tweaking, yup, in front of the world, what?
How you do a bitch like that if I'm your—, huh
I tried to come in peace
They tore me into pieces
Now I gotta R-I-P

I want their heads, I want 'em begging for their life
I want them dead
I know they heard a bitch was coming
And they scared
I wanna pull their lace fronts off they heads
I want all these bitches dead
If you not my bitch, you just a bitch
Then you a opp
If you with that bitch
When I come get her, you gon' die
Rap, beam, shot, bap

Oh-ooh, I want all these bitches dead
Gone and deceased, capisce
No, I won't rest 'til all these bitches sleep
Lord give me the strength 'cause all these bitches weak
Man, I swear, I want these bitches all dead
Enemies all begging for their life
You playing with me, won't make it through the night
I'll do more than everything that's right
Man, I swear that I want these bitches all dead
Dead, dead, dead, ooh-oh