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Cardi B - Bickenhead [Official Audio]
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Cardi B
Cardi B
Вокал
Philip Coleman
Philip Coleman
Программирование
Ayo & Keyz
Ayo & Keyz
Программирование
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Austin Owens
Austin Owens
Автор песен
Belcalis Almanzar
Belcalis Almanzar
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Derrick Robert Ordogne
Derrick Robert Ordogne
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Dion Norman
Dion Norman
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James Foye III
James Foye III
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Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
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Paul D Beauregard
Paul D Beauregard
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Todd Anythony Shaw
Todd Anythony Shaw
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Jorden Thorpe
Jorden Thorpe
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Philip Coleman
Philip Coleman
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Philip Coleman
Philip Coleman
Продюсер
Brooklyn Johnny
Brooklyn Johnny
Исполнительный продюсер
Craig Kallman
Craig Kallman
Исполнительный продюсер
Darrale Jones
Darrale Jones
Исполнительный продюсер
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Миксинг-инженер
Ayo & Keyz
Ayo & Keyz
Продюсер
Evan LaRay
Evan LaRay
Инженер звукозаписи
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (A-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, woo (hol' up) This goes for all my nasty hoes, yeah (Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright) From across the globe, look, uh Now, I said luxury apartments (wow) I'm young and I'm heartless (yeah) There's a bitch that's in my vision, that bitch is a target (brrr) Lawyer is a Jew, he gon' chew up all the charges Don't matter if you fuck with me, I get money regardless (cash) That guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread Bitch you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed Now I said hoes down, G's up (G's up) You know how I'm rockin', but my watch is freezed up (ice) I can't wait until they drop that Lamborghini truck (skrrt!) I'm careful where I park it, hoes will have it keyed up Them bitches getting beat up Slim waist, ass fat (fat), my shit is caked up My bad bitch at the bake (yeah), without no makeup This that collard greens, cornbread, neck bone, back fat Get it from my mama and you don't know where your daddy at Knick-knack paddywhack, give a dog a bone (bone) Put it on him, then your nigga never comin' home (home) I'ma flex like a 'roid, I'm a ten, she a 'droid Stupid ho, unimportant, unattractive, unemployed Get some guap, guap, get some chicken Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread Bitch you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh Guap, guap, get some chicken I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (Boy, please, whatever) You play with me, I might pop up where you at (Boy, please, whatever) You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (Boy, please, whatever) Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh Yeah, pop that pussy like you ain't popped that pussy in a while Pop that pussy like poppin' pussy is goin' out of style Pop that pussy while you work, pop that pussy up at church Pop that pussy on the pole, pop that pussy on the stove Make that pussy slip and slide like you from the 305 Put your tongue out in the mirror, pop that pussy while you drive Spread them asscheeks open, make that pussy crack a smile Lock your legs 'round that nigga, make him give your ass a child (woo) Gimme some neck, gimme a check Pussy so good, make a nigga invest Get a little spit, I'm gettin' it wet I'll get it back up, just give me a sec' Give him some vag', I'm gettin' a bag Give him some ass, I'm gettin' some Raf When I'm done I make him cum, but then he comin' off that cash Get you some guap, guap, get some chicken, Guap, guap, get some bread Guap, guap, get some chicken, guap, guap, get some bread Bitch you pressed, you can flex Get some money, ho, tell me why you stressed, uh Guap, guap, get some chicken I need that cheese, shorty, show me where it's at (Boy, please, whatever) You play with me, I might pop up where you at (Boy, please, whatever) You make-believe, now with me it's only facts (Boy, please, whatever) Expensive weave, and my checks is worth some racks, uh Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright Alright-alright, alright, alright, alright, alright
Writer(s): Paul D. Beauregard, Todd Anthony Shaw, Derrick Ordogne, Jordan Michael Houston, Dion Lamont Norman, Austin Owens, Belcalis Almanzar, James Foye, Jordan Thorpe, Klenord Raphael, Phillip Coleman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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