Don’t Chart (from GTAVI: The Album)

Bitch, be still
Hol' up, hol' up, bitch, be still (uh)
I'm still pretty, still bad, I'm still thick
I'm still me, therefore still talkin' my shit, look
Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look
I got the good bra on, holdin' 'em up
I'm still poppin', still winnin', you still hatin'
Heard you gon' do somethin' to me, I'm still waitin'
First thing first, ho, know your part
Act like an old-ass whip, and don't start
I'm cold-blooded, must be all of this Chrome Heart
I can't wait to run into you hos like go-karts
Bird bitch, don't get hit with a crowbar (yeah)
I'm a hood bitch, you couldn't go to those parts
Look at me now, Cardi a whole star
I can name this song, "Don't Chart," it's gon' chart (wow)
I said I'm really that nigga like I use the little boy's room
Long dick wrap around my leg, it be coiled
I can make it hard like an egg when it's boiled
Always fresh 'cause your nigga keep me spoiled
I'm high fashion (yes), long eyelashes (yes)
Pissin' bitches off is really my passion (huh-uh)
You love my style, you love my taste
I got a different Birkin bag for every bump in your face, bitch (yeah)
Got the jet on deck, we can leave tonight
Elsa the whole wrist, make it freeze with ice
I can hook up empanadas with the beans and rice
One thing I never been was a fiend for lights, yikes (haha-haha-ha)
Hol' up, bitch, be still (mm)
Hol' up, hol' up, bitch, be still (uh)
I'm still pretty, still bad, I'm still thick
I'm still me, therefore still talkin' my shit, look
Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look
I got the good bra on, holdin' 'em up (yeah)
I'm still poppin', still winnin', you still hatin'
Heard you gon' do somethin' to me, I'm still waitin'
And look, let's have a conversation
You ain't a bad bitch, you're just a bitch that had a bad operation
Can't come to the phone, I'm gettin' some head probably
These hands rated E, they good for e'rybody
I said I never been a dumb bitch, always too clever
Never seen a nigga leave me and do better
New hunnid dollar bills smell like new leather
Me and Aquafina argue over who wetter
It's awful, bitch, I'm tryna off you
If I don't like a bitch, then it's lit, I ain't cordial
Fuck you and every bitch that support you
They don't wanna fight, they get slapped, then they slap you with a lawsuit (yeah)
It ain't 'bout what I wear, I'm the bitch wearin' it
The dick must be good, you hos are sharin' it
This pussy so bomb, he pull out and stare in it
I don't know, but I been told it got a chandelier in it, ay (haha)
Hol' up, bitch, be still
Hol' up, hol' up, bitch, be still
I'm still pretty, still bad, I'm still thick
I'm still me, therefore still talkin' my shit, look
Suck in the gut, uh, poke out the butt, look (what?)
I got the good bra on, holdin' 'em up
I'm still poppin', still winnin', you still hatin'
Heard you gon' do somethin' to me, I'm still waitin'
Brrt
Grrt
Prrf, haha-haha-haha-ha
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