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FendiDa Rappa, Cardi B - Point Me 2 (Lyrics) | Look, he off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real FendiDa Rappa, Cardi B - Point Me 2 (Lyrics) | Look, he off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real 👉🏿 SUBSCRIBE: https://bit.ly/3Ba0wTW Follow FendiDa Rappa https://fendi.ffm.to/instagram https://fendi.ffm.to/tiktok https://fendi.ffm.to/twitter https://fendi.ffm.to/facebook https://fendi.ffm.to/applemusic https://fendi.ffm.to/spotify Lyrics: [Intro: FendiDa Rappa] Uh, I'ma give it to 'em just like this (Jordon, is that you?) Man, n***as tweaking with these fake a** pills [Chorus: FendiDa Rappa] Look, he off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real? He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?) n***as dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?) n***as cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? He off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real? (Uh) He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?) n***as dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?) n***as cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? (Hmm-mm) [Verse 1: FendiDa Rappa] All that rah-rah when I'm talkin', they don't hear me, though (Hmm-mm) Play that s**t back, make 'em sit back 'cause we in this ho (Hmm-mm) Turn me up, I'm tryna f**k, point me to the sluts (What?) That n***a tough, he out of luck, foe'nem gave 'em up (What?) She got some buns, make me cum, this b**ch finna run (Hmm-mm) I gotta thumb, she can't take it, b**ch, then make me numb (Hmm-mm) Her pussy nukin', he a goofy, she got goofy pussy (What?) Her s**t taste good with no smell, she got a fruity pussy (What?) I can't wait, I'm tryna fack, take me to the back (Uh, uh) We hit a rat, where you at? We got Uchi sat (Uh, uh) And all the guys in here ready, where the hoochies at? (Where the hoochies at?) In my city we get lit, that's where the movies at (That's where the movies) And you can't come up in this b**ch with all that goofy s**t (Uh, uh) And you can't come up in my city, think you moving s**t (At all) You can't be actin' like you with it, that's that stupid s**t (What?) And you can't tweak up off them pills 'cause we gon' do you, b**ch (Hmm-mm) [Chorus: FendiDa Rappa] He off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real? He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?) n***as dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?) n***as cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? He off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real? (Uh) He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?) n***as dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?) n***as cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? (Hmm-mm) [Verse 2: Cardi B & FendiDa Rappa] b**ches talkin' all that rah-rah, I don't feel it though (Hmm-mm, I don't feel it though) Like the Plan B didn't work, baby, I'm in this ho (Hmm-mm, I'm in this ho) This b**ch all wetty and she ready, ooh, she tryna f**k (Tryna f**k) He think he handsome, it's a ransom, we done light 'em up (Bah) She got some buns, her s**t dumb, ooh, I'm tryna cum (Hmm-mm, uh) I'm in the strippy with a blicky and a lot of ones (Hmm-mm, uh) My name is always in that mouth, I got that juicy pussy (Juicy pussy) LV, loose vagina, she got Louis pussy (Ah) Ain't gon' lie, her s**t is fat, hit it from the back (Back) She playin' "WAP," she throwin' cat in that Uber Black (Black) One of my b**ches like Kehlani, one look like Normani (Look like Normani) Me and my n***a 'bout to flip 'em, we like Tip and Tiny (Tip and Tiny) If there's skezos in the club then you know where to find me (Hmm-mm, where to find me) All my diamonds Eliantte, these s**ts hella shiny (Hmm-mm, hella shiny) I'm makin' cash, who shakin' a**? I'm really movin' s**t (Go) I'm really eatin' b**ches up, I'm out here chewin' s**t (Bah) Too many b**ches in my city think they're doin' s**t (Think they're doin' s**t) Too many opps that I don't know, b**ch, who the f**k is this? (Who the f**k is this?) Scared to face me by theyself, they start recruitin' s**t (Start recruitin' s**t) I call them pussy to their face, they don't be doin' s**t (Don't be doin' s**t) And I'm ready with receipts, I be provin' s**t (Hmm-mm, I be provin' s**t) I blow fifty racks in Target on some stupid s**t (Hmm-mm, on some stupid s**t) b**ches out here must be slow, they out here losin' it (Out here losin' it) I'm like a ho, b**ch, I'm on go, I don't care who it is (Hmm-mm, bah) [Chorus: FendiDa Rappa] He off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real? He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?) n***as dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?) n***as cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? He off a pill, n***as ill, is it even real? (Uh) He got a glizzy with no bullets, do he even kill? (What?) n***as dissin' when they rap, should we call it drill? (What?) n***as cappin' in they rap, should we give 'em deals? #FendiDaRappa #CardiB #PointMe2 #rapcaviar For © Copyright issues contact me via: rapcaviar94@gmail.com