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Rumors

Lizzo

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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 turning big girls into hoes, oh, goddamnThey say I get groupies at my shows, oh, goddamn

All the rumors are true, yeah

What you 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

Reading shit on the internet

My smoothie cleanse and my diet

No, I ain′t fuck Drake yet, ha!

Spending all your time tryna break a woman down

Realer shit is going on baby, take a look around

If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hanging out

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

Sick of rumors

But haters do what they do (uh)

Haters do what they do (Cardi)

All the rumors are true, yeah

Fake ass fake boobs, yeah

Made a million at Sue, yeah

Y′all be runnin' with fake news, yeah

Cardi ain′t poppin', no, that′s a machine (huh?)

Nobody listen', they buyin′ them streams (hmm)

They even post it on blogs overseas

A lie in a language I can't even read

The fuck does this mean?

Look, I'm a Bronx bitch with some pop hits

Used to pop off when they pop shit (woo)

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 (okay)

Last time I got freaky, the FCC sued me

But I'ma keep doing what I wanna do

′Cause 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 (woo)

I am body goals, yeah

This shit from my soul, yeah

Black people made rock and roll, yeah

While you're spending all your time tryna break a woman down

Realer shit is going on, baby, take a look around

If you thought that I was ratchet with my ass hanging out

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

What they say? (Yeah)

What they say? (Yeah)

(Talk and talk and talk and)

Give ′em something to talk about

Sick of rumors

But haters do what they do

Haters do what they do

All the rumors are true