Karaoke Enough (Miami) by Cardi B — sing along with lyrics on Singa

Enough (Miami) Karaoke

Cardi B

LyricsEnough (Miami)

Yeah

Yeah

Okay

Okay

Okay

Okay

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look

Me verse you and you

know who they pickin'

Cheap and expensive,

you knowin' the

difference

You know that it's

hittin', you know

what it's givin'

Hair, nails, polar bear

I can survive in the

coldest conditions

Hoes better lower they

tone when they spittin'

B*tches is washed,

soap on the dishes

I apply pressure like

boa constrictors

One b*tch, two b*tch,

old b*tch, new b*tch

None of y'all b*tches

not gon' do sh*t

I'm in Miami, I pull

up on cruise ship

You in Miami, four

ho*s to a room sh*t

When I step,

it's stampede

Foot on neck,

can't breathe

Lucky Charm, Van Cleef

I see my opps linkin' up,

I'm like, What in the

f*ck?

If you scared, then just

say that, ho, enough

is enough

They was just in

my DMs,

ain't no trustin'

these sl*ts

I'm about to call up

Diamond, b*tch,

knuck if you

Opps linkin' up, I'm like,

What in the f*ck

If you scared then just

say that, ho, enough

is enough

They was just in my

DMs, ain't no trustin'

these sl*ts

I'm about to call up

Diamond, b*tch, knuck

if you buck

I'm like, Ooh,

child, cool down

Too hot, too wild

Mugler, new style

Mm, how you f*ckin'

with me? Girl

Give me one shot and

I'm raising the glass

Give me two shots and

I'm shaking this *ss

Give me three shots

and I'm ready to f*ck

Five, four shots, I be

God gave it to me,

so I gotta pop it

I'm standing on

business, I'm really

about it

Bitches be talkin', mouth

be bigger than they

pockets

Girl, tell me about it

I'm litty, I'm pretty,

I'm runnin' the city

I'm sh*ttin' on bitches

in every department

This ass heavy and thick

like peanut butter and

b*tches jelly about it

Did a lot of winnin',

lot of scorin'

Cardi Bryant,

Cardi Jordan

These b*tches

sore losers

And they can't do it,

it's not important

Look, ayy, I'm gettin'

better and better-er

I do not see no

competitors

You know the gang hit

that p*ssy, said it was

regular-degular

Can't see me in fightin',

can't see me in fashion,

can't see me with

money, these b*tches

is buggin'

Either these b*tches

is blind or I'm invisible,

b*tches can't see me

in nothing

When I hop out,

it's stampede

Foot on neck,

can't breathe

Lucky Charm, Van Cleef

I see my opps linkin'

up, I'm like, What

in the f*ck?

If you scared, then

just say that, ho,

enough is enough

They was just in my

DMs, ain't no trustin'

these sl*ts

I'm about to call up

Diamond, b*tch,

knuck if you -

Opps linkin' up,

I'm like, What in

the f*ck?

If you scared then

just say that, ho,

enough is enough

They was just in my

DMs, ain't no trustin'

these sl*ts

I'm about to call

up Diamond, b*tch,

knuck if you buck

Composer
James Deon Steed, Belcalis Almanzar, Terence Jamiel Williams, Joshua Isaih Parker, Javaan Durrell Anderson, Jorden Thorpe
Lyrics
James Deon Steed, Belcalis Almanzar, Terence Jamiel Williams, Joshua Isaih Parker, Javaan Durrell Anderson, Jorden Thorpe
Publisher
Noplebzone, Songs By Heavy Mellow, Seven20 Songs, Sony Atv Tunes Llc, Atlantic Records, Warner/chappell Music Scand Ab, Sony/atv Music Publishing Scandinavia Kb, Concord Music Scandinavia
Copyright owner
Valentina Vilarino, Naomi Abergel, Everett Ryan Romano