Cardi B – Killin You Hoes Lyrics

Killin You Hoes

Cardi B

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"Killin You Hoes." - Cardi B

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 06:08 pm

Album: AM I THE DRAMA? (The Snow Mix)

Track No: 21

Look, look
God, thank You for makin' me the baddest bitch alive
Cute little aura, I don't know, I'm just a vibe
All-white toes, lookin' like somebody's bride
Bunch of black trucks lookin' like somebody died
I say her whole name, I'll just be doin' charity
I'm nothin' like you bitches, we don't got no similarities
Fuck all you hoes, lotta y'all is weird to me
Fuck **** too 'cause why y'all so embarrassing? Ugh
Hoes be shady anyway
She don't like me, but she would trade places any day
Are you dumb? Ass dumb fat, face dumb pretty
I never ever heard a **** say he done with me
Come get up with me, baby, come get up with me
I think high-key hoes be in love with me
Life is a movie, mine would be a sex scene
Hoppin' out Jacuzzi lookin' like a wet dream
Lookin' like a check, lookin' like the baddest bitch a **** ever met
Ghetto goddess in the flesh
Fuck you, ****, I could give a fuck less
Nonchalant bitch, make a **** triple text
Been runnin' shit, still ain't out of breath
Flexin' on hoes, ****, I don't even stretch, look
I ain't come here to play, I'm killin' you hoes
I go to work every day, I'm killin' you hoes
Hopped out lookin' good, I'm killin' you hoes
Let's just get this understood, I'm killin' you hoes
Cute face, slim waist, I'm killin' you hoes
Not a hair out of place, I'm killin' you hoes
Bitch, make no mistake, I'm killin' you hoes
I'll go to jail today, I'm killin' you hoes
Look, look
I mean truthfully, what can these bitches even do with me?
Light on the makeup, heavy on the jewelry
Stay getting tricked on, pussy getting licked on
Hoes always talkin' 'bout me, know I'ma live long
Say what you want, but you can't call me broke
Bitches swear they will, but I know these bitches won't
I hope my name turn into glass in they throat
When I put my hands on her, she gon' say it's unprovoked, look
But I'm just life livin', out here wine sippin' (Yeah, uh-huh)
Me and Hennessy just cosplaying white women
Balenciaga boots, a bitch look nice in 'em
Diamonds do the fuckin' Macarena when the lights hit 'em
Bitches can't spit, I guess they gotta swallow
Don't play with me, keep playin' with your nostrils
No respect for me, bitches wantin' less for me
It's too late, bitch, I'm a whole success story
Everything about you bitches fake, I don't like that
Bitches hug you to feel where to put the knife at
Always been a hothead, now my heart ice packed
Forty for this croc' Birk', now it's worth twice that
Drop-top down here, flyin' in the wind
Cardi-esque, flew off, I had to buy them shits again
This is for them days I used to opposite of win
I'm just good at gettin' up and then tryin' shit again
Man, I got this from the dirt
Tell all them hoes that hatin' shit ain't gonna work
Don't like me, but guarantee my name is in her search
Must got on notifications and alerts
'Cause everything I do, a hatin' bitch see it first
A hatin' bitch see it first, look
I ain't come here to play, I'm killin' you hoes
I go to work every day, I'm killin' you hoes
Hopped out lookin' good, I'm killin' you hoes
Let's just get this understood, I'm killin' you hoes
Cute face, slim waist, I'm killin' you hoes
Not a hair out of place, I'm killin' you hoes
Bitch, make no mistake, I'm killin' you hoes
I'll go to jail today, I'm killin' you hoes

Writer(s): Belcalis Almanzar, Edward Davadi, James D. Steed, Jordan Thorpe, Samuel Jimenez & Wolf-Alfonso Hasselmann.

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