Cardi B - Imaginary Playerz (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Cardi B - Imaginary Playerz (en) Lyrics
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Yeah
It's the motherfuckin'
Brimcess, you heard?
The shit these bitches be
braggin' about is like
Shit I was doin' in like
2016, type shit
Like (Why these bitches hatin'?)
You bitches don't even know
the difference between vintage
and archive, like
Just get back up again
Now I spit that other shit,
pretty motherfucker shit
Cardi B, every song platinum,
I'm not the other bitch
Whatever you was gon' pay
hеr, you gotta double it
Just get back up again
Gloryhole; bitches don't know
who thеy fuckin' with
Your booking fee is my
makeup and hair money
Bitches say I think I'm the shit,
and do (and do), and did
Just know you bitches can't live
They say I walk around lookin'
like a compliment
Shut up, stop whinin'.
Cardi still shinin'
Hoes kept complainin', so
I copped more diamonds
oh baby, oh baby
I got more Gaultier than Jean probably
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I buy grown men watches and make
'em take links out, bitch
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Have you singing like oh
It's really easy for me to talk this
shit, 'cause I live this shit
(Why these bitches hatin'?)
Bitches, I leave 'em all fucked.
Fists be balled up
Y'all hoes look cheap. That
shit don't cost much
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I'm a star, but I'll smack
you. Don't get starstruck
Patientce lookin' at me like,
"Cardi, what the fuck?"
Striped like Thom Browne, these
bitches should calm down
Quicker they lift up, the
quicker they fall down
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Poor thing, Twitter must
be gassin' them heavy
Makin' them jump in the ring with
the Brim before they ready
I seen whole fan pages
make avatar changes
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When you fall, fall
Now your fifteen up, you
already out of time
(Why these bitches hatin'?)
All I'm sayin' is
God forbid some shit happened
to the Brim
Just get back up again
Put my motherfuckin' heels in Nelson
Ave (Why these bitches hatin'?)
Just get back up again when you fall
My flop and your flop is not the same
If you did my numbers, y'all
would pop champagne
If I did your numbers, I
would hop out a plane
Suicide if I fall from the
distance 'tween you and I
They gotta be kidding
Whatever they smokin' on,
it gotta be hitting
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The bag you just posted been
in the closet sittin'
The car he just got you
bow-tied in a ribbon
Been in my driveway,
not gettin' driven
Y'all some bench bitches, ho,
y'all just started startin'
Birthday at Carbone; to me,
that's Olive Garden
A nigga couldn't take me there;
that's y'all department
Tasteless, huh, basic
I'm a Waldorf penthouse
every state bitch
Ask Rich. Y'all need your ass whipped
How that bitch outdressin' me
with my fuckin' vibe, bitch?
(Why these bitches hatin'?)
Duh, I dressed that bitch, haha
Fixin' y'all mouth to
talk fashion with me
I'm the one who showed these
girls what fashion could be
The first rap bitch on
the cover of Vogue
But somehow, y'all passed
me, I suppose?
I know your type, all bold and all cap
'Fore the love of hip-hop,
y'all knew me before that
These bitches is nuts,
bitches is ball sacks
And behind my back, bitches be
tight like bra straps, ayy
Put me down, I'll go harder
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