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Genius English Translations - Maybe Baby Kapanopaa Cardiogram Instasamka Diss English Translation Lyrics

- Dora? Who's that? A singer?
- Yes, mhm
- I don't know who that is
- Me neither
- Me too
- But... please-
- What about Maybe Baby?
- We don't know

[Intro]
My stylist fucked your stylist
Maybe Baby, Samka
My stylist's your stylist's stylist

[Verse 1]
Hey, lil' bitch, Maybe Baby still, sweetie, check this out
You're not a rapper, this is how you bait Cardi B
Poker face, joker up my sleeve, listen, I'm Harley Quinn (ha)
I can see, just believe me, honey, you don't wanna beef
Fake bitch, your boyfriend got a nose job (woah)
But he still can't smell that your rap's complete shit
Every second line of yours is about dicks or blowjobs
This is the first track you aren't in wherе you still suck

[Verse 2]
This is your cardiogram
You stole it all from Cardi
But there isn't еven a gram of Cardi in you
Anyone who isn't in the fifth grade anymore is too embarrassed to listen to you
You're only on the radio if it's a baby radio
Once again you aren't ready
Put the track you stole back
There's a couple sticks up your ass, Samka
'Cause that ass is like a dollar
Turned your track off, my ears hurt
Two minutes in and it's all just money, juicy, my god
And for the first time in my life
I agree that you shouldn't listen to a woman
Hey, hey, you started beef with Kristina Si
But your boyfriends are G, she's Armenian, her boyfriends are G (ha)
Press F, silicon everywhere, you look gnarly as hell (uh-huh)
Next to you, even Cardi will say she isn't bi
[Bridge]
Moneyken and Instasamka better shorten their names
'Cause now you're not gonna have neither Insta nor money
You play hip-hop, you're really like your ass (ooh)
'Cause you're both fake and release out shit (ew)

[Verse 3]
Even in D&G clothes you're a hillbilly inside
I bet your brain is maller than your boobs
Your songs only weigh a bite, you love stealing so much
That you did a burglary in your own house
On "Muzykaliti" you guys say that, supposedly
You don't know me, but then why do you add my punches in your tracks?
You took my stylist bar
I can give you his number, your looks are embarrassing
You throw out the hotel servants' things
But maybe they should've thrown out yours instead
Your boyfriend's just a show-off
I could take the chains off the Moneyken as if I'm the clerk
Also, why's the production named after him
If all your beats are produced by Padillion?

[Bridge]
She's jumping on her ass like it's a yoga ball
After this beef you won't be able to wash the antiseptic cream off your ugly mug
You counted all your profits at SODA LUV
But after the sanctions your money will only be enough for soda
[Verse 4]
All your hype's practically gone by now
I got skill, I got style, you got long nails
I could turn the beat off to hear your horrified stream (ahh)
I made you, I'm your plastic surgeon (maybe)

[Outro]
Maybeland, soon
Ha-ha-ha-ha