Karaoké Get Up 10 - Cardi B

Cet enregistrement est une reprise de Get Up 10 rendu célèbre par Cardi B

Formats inclus :

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
?

Le format CDG (également appelé CD+G ou MP3+G) est compatible avec la majorité des machines karaoké. Il comprend un fichier MP3 ainsi que la synchronisation des paroles (Version Karaoké ne vend pas de CD, mais uniquement les fichiers numériques).

Ce format est reconnu par la majorité des appareils (Windows, Mac, iPhone, iPad, Android, TV Connectées...)

Ce format est compatible avec le lecteur de karaoké KaraFun Windows Player. Il permet d'ajouter ou retirer les choeurs, le guide vocal, changer le tempo, la tonalité...

Votre achat vous permet de télécharger cette vidéo dans tous ces formats, et ce sans limite.

À propos

Avec choeurs (au choix dans la version KFN)

Tempo identique à l'original : 93 BPM

Tonalité identique à l'original : Sol♯m

Durée : 03:51 - Extrait à : 01:33

EXPLICIT LYRICS

Date de sortie : 2018
Styles : Rap & Hip-Hop, En anglais
Auteurs-Compositeurs : Anthony Tucker, Jermaine Preyan, Jordan Thorpe, Klenord Raphael, Steed James, Robert Rahmeek Williams, Maurice Jordan, Sean Island

Tout le contenu de notre site web est entièrement reproduit par nos musiciens en studio. Nous n'utilisons aucune partie des enregistrements originaux et ne faisons en aucun cas usage de la technologie de séparation de pistes par IA.

Paroles Get Up 10

Look
They gave a bitch two options
Strippin' or lose
Used to dance in a club right across from my school
I said Dance not Fuck
Don't get it confused
Had to set the record straight 'cos bitches love to assume
Mama couldn't give it to me
Had to get it at Sue's
Lord only knows how I got in those shoes
I was covered in dollars
Now I'm drippin' in jewels
A bitch play with my money
Might as well spit in my food
Bitches hated my guts
Now they swear we was cool
Went from makin' tuna sandwiches to makin' the news
I started speakin' my mind and tripled my views
Real bitch
Only thing fake is the boobs
Get money, go hard
You're motherfuckin' right
Never been a fraud in my motherfuckin' life
Get money, go hard
Damn fuckin' right
Stunt on these bitches out of motherfuckin' spite
Ain't no runnin' up on me
Went from nothin' to glory
I ain't tellin' y'all to do it
I'm just tellin' my story
I don't hang with these bitches 'cos these bitches be corny
And I got enough bras
Y'all ain't gotta support me
I went from rag to riches
Went from WIC to lit nigga
Only person in my fam to see six figures
The pressure on your shoulders feel like boulders
When you gotta make sure that everybody straight
Bitches stab you in your back while they smilin' in your face
Talkin' crazy on your name
Tryin' not to catch a case
I waited my whole life just to shit on niggas
Climbed to the top floor so I can spit on niggas
Said I was just tryna chill and make bangers
Tell all these old bitches they in danger
The thing on my hip whip bitches into shape
That's what I call a fuckin' waist trainer
You gon' run up on who and do what
I think y'all got your story screwed up
I came here to ball
Is you nuts
I don't want your punk-ass man
I'm too tough
I-I-I'm the one that's killin' shit
Hands down
If you got a problem with me say it now
'Cos I don't wanna hear no sneak dissin'
'Specially not from one you weak bitches
I'm on go like
I don't see no stop lights
I'm steppin' out every day
Prom night
So if it's all love show me love then
'Cos you hatin' on a bitch
That's what it sounds like
Beast mode
That's how I give it up nigga
Hoodie low
That's how I'm pullin' up
Just 'cos I been on the road don't mean I been on the run
And you gon' have to learn to hold your tongue or hold the gun
And we all know you ain't that type
I smack you and the bitch that you act like
I started gettin' money
Bitches upset
They remind me of my pussy
Bitches mad tight
Nails done, hair lit
Keep them both laced
Co-co-come through shinin' with a Rollie bust face
He-headshot, headshot
Tell 'em closed case
Ain't no bitches spittin' like this since O-eight
I don't trust no nigga
I don't fear no bitch
Whole life been through some fucked up shit
They say I'm too that
Oh I'm too this
When you seen what I've seen you end up like this
I walked into the label
Where the check at
Cardi B on the charts
Ain't expect that
Where that bitch that was claimin' she a threat
I-I-I-I-Imma put a Louboutin where her neck at
They say I'm too ratchet
They say I act wild
Tryna whip the foreign like a badass child
They caught me slippin' once
Tell 'em Try that now
Cardi B, know it's me
Hear that Blap sound
Man I said we gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror
I say We gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Look myself in the mirror
I say We gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten
Yeah
But I get up ten
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten bitch
Imma make a fuck nigga feel me
Said Imma do a broke bitch filthy
Imma make a fuck nigga feel me
Said Imma do a broke bitch filthy
We gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten yeah
I said We gon' win
Knock me down nine times but I get up ten bitch

Toute reproduction interdite

Signaler une erreur dans les paroles

Envoyer Annuler