Music Video

Cardi B "Red Barz" (WSHH Exclusive - Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
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Performer
Cardi B
Cardi B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abraham Orellana
Abraham Orellana
Composer
Belcalis Marlenis Almánza
Belcalis Marlenis Almánza
Composer

Lyrics

Uh, yeah Some regular-degular, bloody bars, blat! I swear to God, they ain't wanna see me leave the club Got up on my shit and now they scared to show me love They'd rather see on the pole twerking it for dubs I guess I really gotta show them what the fuck is up I'm on some other shit, that Cardi B gutter shit Every time I catch a hating bitch, she on her stutter shit Can't finish her words, but on Instagram thuggin' shit You set yourself up, don't make it seem like I be buggin', bitch (pussy) And niggas hatin' on me, really be upset I don't know, make me wonder what you got between your legs You a real nigga mad at a bitch for getting bread? You's a bitch from birth, you just grew a third leg, woo Bite down, bite down, it was crunch time Yeah, I skip all of them bitches in the lunch line I put in work, now I'm here at the front line Ready for the bullshit, I swear it's on my bloodline (yeah) Touch mine, getting slumped, slimed one time (blat-blat) Pump blind, bitches quick, then I dump mine (pa-pa) Pull up with the Gucci clutch, spitting clutch rhymes Flyer than a big big B with a Blood tie (aah) Don't do much, he get hard when I bust wines (woo) No straws for this juice box, gulp one time (woo) Last nigga I was with went insane 'Cause my head game over hills like I'm lookin' for the sunshine I'm a Bronx bitch birthed from the hip-hop From the block to the TikTok in the Patek watch (woo) Quick drop with the cash, couldn't fit the Ziploc Grips locked, get your shit popped in my flip-flops (blat) Wealthy now, but every dollar, I still want it all (ding-ding) Now he wanna nail me, I could give your man a cure You gotta mail me, but I don't check my spam at all Never feel what you're sayin' like I'm usin' Anbesol Travel all around the states getting nice checks (ding-ding) I was tourin' off a tape, I had a hype set Is that the reason all these niggas wanna pipe next? I'm a creep, bitch, see his dick through his Nike Tech (mm) Got 'em all scared, I ain't even strike yet (woo-woo) Wire up jaws when I swing if the mic' stretch I worked hard, took the right steps, had a shot So I took the shit, now this game gon' need a life vest Uh I said, woo! Hum, blat
Writer(s): Abraham Orellana, Khalid Mason, Belcalis Almanzar, Leeann Aniello Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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