Official Music Video
Bronx Season by Cardi B
Lyrics & Translation
English
Oh, how you doing?
I'm alright
[Laughs]
Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?
All these labels, throwing deals from left to right
But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin' they be doing
Shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hating bitch
Talking shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit
And don't be talking all that sorry shit
Don't flip the script
I see the lights
I hear the hype
I hit the mic
I kill the show
I get my dough
I catch a flight
I see a hater
I'm running down
It's on sight
I throw my hands
I hit em' left
I hit em' right
They sleeping on me just because I used to strip
But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowing up my phone
Saying everything I touch is lit
Acting cool and wanna fuck me
Like they wasn't talking shit
I let em' live
Let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is
Don't got the bat?
Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don't waste my time
I ain't never been no average bitch
Not to mention
I did my tour and that shit was winning
Independent, the headline
Award of feeling
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans
They fill me up with their ammunition
I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up?
Look exhausted
Wave the white flag
Girl, you might as well just forfeit
My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
Lookie, lookie now
Lookie now
Nigga I'm that bitch
What you thought?
Yeah, you really lost
Now you kinda sick
But I ain't never need a nigga
I was always on my shit
I used to stare at magazines
On the train
Looking at these models
Like "I gotta be this one day"
Fuck around
Got myself a name
Now I'm getting paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave
Now they throwing shade
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Bronx Season by Cardi B
Bronx Season* (original Cardi B)
Oh, how you doing?
I'm alright
[Laughs]
Now how much times do I gotta prove these niggas wrong?
And how much times I gotta show these bitches I ain't soft?
How many shows I gotta sell out 'fore you get the cost?
Why they really tryna front like I ain't hit the charts?
All these labels, throwing deals from left to right
But I ain't giving in until they get them numbers right
All these people think that this shit happen overnight
All that flexin' they be doing
Shit is all a hype
No tolerance for a hating bitch
Talking shit
Only time I hold my tongue is when I'm sucking dick
So when I see you in the streets, yeah, it's fucking lit
And don't be talking all that sorry shit
Don't flip the script
I see the lights
I hear the hype
I hit the mic
I kill the show
I get my dough
I catch a flight
I see a hater
I'm running down
It's on sight
I throw my hands
I hit em' left
I hit em' right
They sleeping on me just because I used to strip
But it's all good cause now they wanna get up in my VIP
Blowing up my phone
Saying everything I touch is lit
Acting cool and wanna fuck me
Like they wasn't talking shit
I let em' live
Let the shady motherfuckers live
Get them the price then it's time to show em' what it is
Don't got the bat?
Well then what you really tryna pitch?
Don't waste my time
I ain't never been no average bitch
Not to mention
I did my tour and that shit was winning
Independent, the headline
Award of feeling
I thank the Lord for all the blessings that he is given
I love the fans
They fill me up with their ammunition
I don't really talk shit but now I gotta off this
I don't know why bitches think we work in the same office
Corny bitches tryna keep up?
Look exhausted
Wave the white flag
Girl, you might as well just forfeit
My ex told me I was never gon' be shit
Lookie, lookie now
Lookie now
Nigga I'm that bitch
What you thought?
Yeah, you really lost
Now you kinda sick
But I ain't never need a nigga
I was always on my shit
I used to stare at magazines
On the train
Looking at these models
Like "I gotta be this one day"
Fuck around
Got myself a name
Now I'm getting paid
Left the corny bitches in the grave
Now they throwing shade
Bronx Season (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Oh, ¿cómo estás?
Estoy bien
[Laughs]
¿Cuántas veces tengo que demostrar que estos niggas están equivocados?
¿Y cuántas veces tengo que mostrarles a estas perras que no soy blanda?
¿Cuántos shows tengo que agotar antes de que entiendas el costo?
¿Por qué realmente intentan fingir que no llegué a las listas?
Todas estas discográficas, lanzando ofertas de izquierda a derecha
Pero no cederé hasta que tengan esos números correctos
Toda esta gente piensa que esta mierda pasó de la noche a la mañana
Todo ese alarde que hacen
La mierda es todo un bombo
Cero tolerancia para una perra que odia
Hablando mierda
La única vez que me callo es cuando estoy chupando polla
Así que cuando te vea en la calle, sí, va a ser una locura
Y no me vengas con toda esa mierda de "lo siento"
No cambies el guion
Veo las luces
Escucho el bombo
Cojo el micro
Mato el show
Consigo mi pasta
Cojo un vuelo
Veo a un hater
Voy a por él
Es a primera vista
Lanzo mis manos
Les pego a la izquierda
Les pego a la derecha
Me ignoran solo porque solía hacer striptease
Pero todo está bien porque ahora quieren entrar en mi VIP
Reventando mi teléfono
Diciendo que todo lo que toco es genial
Actuando cool y queriendo follarme
Como si no hubieran estado hablando mierda
Los dejo vivir
Dejo que los hijos de puta turbios vivan
Dales el precio y luego es hora de mostrarles lo que es
¿No tienes el bate?
Bueno, ¿entonces qué intentas lanzar realmente?
No pierdas mi tiempo
Nunca he sido una perra promedio
Sin mencionar
Hice mi gira y esa mierda estaba ganando
Independiente, el titular
Premio de sentimiento
Doy gracias al Señor por todas las bendiciones que me ha dado
Amo a los fans
Me llenan con su munición
Realmente no hablo mierda pero ahora tengo que acabar con esto
No sé por qué las perras piensan que trabajamos en la misma oficina
¿Perras cursis intentando seguir el ritmo?
Parecen agotadas
Agita la bandera blanca
Chica, bien podrías rendirte
Mi ex me dijo que nunca iba a ser nada
Mira, mira ahora
Mira ahora
Nigga, soy esa perra
¿Qué pensaste?
Sí, realmente perdiste
Ahora estás un poco enfermo
Pero nunca necesité a un nigga
Siempre estuve en lo mío
Solía mirar revistas
En el tren
Mirando a estas modelos
Como "Tengo que ser esto algún día"
Joder
Me hice un nombre
Ahora me están pagando
Dejé a las perras cursis en la tumba
Ahora están tirando mierda
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