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Better Than You Lyrics by Cardi B Cardi B , Cash Cobain
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Yeah, better than you, look
Better than you, look, better than you, smell
Better than you, taste, better than you, face
Better than you, everything better than you, look
I'm better than you
That's your friend, that I'm
Better than her too, uh-huh, shittin' on hos, I got
Nothing better to do, okay, yeah, better than you, and who?
Face bomb, better than, and who?
I'm a bad in all my mirrors
Diamonds and water, this is clear
Feeling like this my biggest fear
I do it bigger than bitches veneers
They throwin' shots, then tell 'em cheers
You ain't on my level, bitches tears
All my cars is chauffeured
I ain't touch door handles in years
Hos gotta talk behind my back, 'cause that's where them hos be at
'Cause that's all them hos gonna see, this fat ass and this long ass weave
I'm doing they can't believe, I'm doing that they can't fathom
Seven years soft and it's still a classic, seven years soft, and you still ain't passin'
Eatin' hos up, give me a napkin
Bitches is hurt, ooh, get him an aspirin
Daddy, take me to Aspen, I wanna twerk in the cabin
Pretty hos do what they want, ooh, that's the law of attraction
Yeah, how I'm doin'
Better than you, better than who?
Better than you, look
Better than you, smell, taste
Better than you, taste
Better than you, face
Better than you, I'm better than you
Look, I'm better than you
If that's your friend, that
Better than her too, uh-huh
No hos, I got
Nothing better to do, okay, yeah
Better than you, uh-huh, yeah
Face bomb, better than, face bomb-
My body galore, I'm at the game, it gotta be floor
Foot on they ass, it gotta be sore
Talk is cheap, so she gotta be poor
You know these bitches, ain't got no taste
You know these hos ain't got no place
You know these hos ain't got no style
I pop out when the crowd go wild
I show them how to be sex-, sexy
She ain't dressed like that 'fore she met me
Baby, I'm crying, I'm dead, I'm weak
Bitches wanna steal my whole technique
Now that I got it, baby, I'm polished, can't be modest
I'm too poppin', believe me, I tried it
Suckin' my teeth, rollin' my eyelids
These broke hos make my coochie itch
Can't no ever braid on me, I don't care who he get
I stay in the newest my hair, my jewelry lit
If I like it, get two of it, on the phone with my man like
'Ooh, I would look cute in this'
I'm better than you
Always better than you
Way more bread than you
Give better head than you
Always stand on you
Hos be prostitutes, uh-huh
No better than you, get more bread than you
Hating-ass bitches talk on the 'net, but none of it ever be true
Ain't no badder than you, ain't no got swagger like you
And these bitches be all talk, but none of that matter to you
No fuckin' with you, know how to up it like you
Know how to bust it like you
Came through, skin tea, body tea, these hos ain't nothing like you
Diamonds dance like Chris B's, please, nobody run it like you, like damn
Who you know got it like you? Who you know pop it like you?
Who you know soon as you walk in the spot, make niggas heart stop like you?
Makin' bitches heart drop like you, givin' them hell nonstop like you
These bitches is not like you
Came straight from the bottom of the dirt, came out on top like you
And it's pain 'cause you put in all the work, can't no process you
Can't no pop it like you, got your own funds, you poppin' it too
Please don't argue with me, ain't no hotter than she
Like damn
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