Lyrics of Like What (Freestyle) : This song sung by Cardi B, is a brand-new addition to the English music scene. Lyrics of this song are penned down by Cardi B, Timbaland and music for this track was produced by Sean Island.
Like What (Freestyle) Song Details
Singer : Cardi B
Lyrics : Cardi B, Sean Island, Timbaland, Javaan Anderson, Missy Elliott
Music : Sean Island, DJ SwanQo, OctaneThisThatGas
Lyrics of Like What (Freestyle)
Ayo, lemme put some gas in this muthaf*ckin’ year, b*tch
I ain’t really talked my shit in a minute
Like who the f*ck these b*tches really think they talkin’ to?
Like, b*tch, is you f*ckin’ dumb?
Classy and a c*nt
Blocks and money getting spunt
Like, like what?
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain’t what you want
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is yes
B*tch said she wanna be my opp, God bless
Look, I ain’t even got dressed
Any L that I took come after YS, oh, man
Baby, here we go again
P*ssy real fat, probably got a double chin
First, that b*tch hate me, then this b*tch hate me
And somehow, they link up and they become friends, like, how?
B*tch, pipe down
Moodboard, all y’all imitating my style
Bad b*tch, red lips, let me show you
White toes, eating yellowtail outta Nobu
Uh, keep a hater obsessed
In my comments, having a d***-sucking contest
I’m pressure, y’all pressed
Y’all don’t get addressed, y’all’s getting outdressed, look
It’s a look when I’m hopping out the B
Red wig hanging down to my knees
It’s your birthday, but they talkin’ ’bout me
Why you mad? Take a picture, say cheese
You dumb, you slow, you wylin’
Got your first pair of Ricks, now you stylin’?
Everything you got, I had five years before
I put it on the ‘Gram ‘fore it even hit the store, look
Classy and a c*nt
Blocks and money getting spunt
Like, like what?
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain’t what you want
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is yes
B*tch said she wanna be my opp, God bless
Look, I ain’t even got dressed
Any L that I took come after YS, oh, man
I know y’all b*tches be horsin’
Lookin’ this good is really exhaustin’
Diamonds hit, Stone Cold Steve Austin
Just got my lasered p*ssy smooth like a dolphin
Top notch b*tch get the most, not the lesser
B*tches look big like third trimester
Everytime I pose, these b*tches get stress-er
Y’all be putting on shit, I don’t never
B*tches be hating on the low, I peep it
If I say anything mean, I mean it
I ain’t never lost no ni*ga I needed
I’m rich, I ain’t getting in no pool that’s not heated
Big a** yacht and I’m having s*x on it
Her life so trash, think I put a hex on it
B*tches be laughing, like ho, what’s funny?
You bragging on a ni*ga that be dying to f*ck me
Classy and a c*nt
Blocks and money getting spunt
Like, like what?
Like a Coach bag, baby, this ain’t what you want
If I ask for it, all I wanna hear is yes
B*tch said she wanna be my opp, God bless
Look, I ain’t even got dressed
Any L that I took come after YS, oh, man