Karaoké Rumors Lizzo & Cardi B

They don't know I do it for the culture, goddamn

They say I should watch the shit I post, oh, goddamn

Say I'm turnin' big girls into hoes, oh, goddamn

They say I get groupies at my shows, oh, goddamn

All the rumors are true, yeah what ya heard, that's true, yeah

I fuck him and you, yeah if you believe I do that

Had to cut some hoes loose, yeah

NDA, no loose lips

Now them hoes tryna sue me

Bitch, I don't give two shits

All the rumors are true, yeah

I've been in the bamboo, yeah

Focused on this music my ex nigga, he blew it

Last year, I thought

I would lose it readin' shit on the internet

My smoothie cleanse and my diet

No, I ain't fuck Drake yet

Ha

Spendin' all your time tryna break a woman down

Realer shit is goin' on baby, take a look around

If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hangin' out

Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch

Sick of rumors, ooh but haters do what they do, uh

Haters do what they do, uh

All the rumors are true, yeah

Fake ass, fake boobs, yeah

Made a million at Sue's, yeah

Y'all be runnin' with fake news

Cardi ain't poppin' no, that's a machine

Nobody listen they buyin' them streams

They even post it on blogs overseas

And lie in a language

I can't even read

The fuck do this mean

Look, I'm a Bronx bitch with some pop hits used to pop off when they pop shit

But I'm calmed down and I'm locked in

And my records live in the top ten

Lizzo, teach me about big girl coochie

Last time I got freaky the FCC sued me

But I'ma keep doin' what I wanna do 'cos all the rumors are all the rumors are true, yeah

They hated on me since school, yeah

I never thought I was cool, yeah

Now me and Cardi, we cool, yeah

I love hoes on poles, yeah

I am body goals, yeah

This shit from my soul, yeah

Black people made rock and roll, yeah

Why you spendin' all your time tryna break a woman down

Realer shit is goin' on baby, take a look around

If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hangin' out

Just wait until the summer when they let me out the house, bitch

What they say, yeah

What they say, yeah

Give 'em somethin' to talk about

Sick of rumors, ooh

But haters do what they do haters do what they do, uh

All the rumors are true

Yeah

Ha ha

Sheesh