Wap vs Anaconda - Cardi B, Megan Thee Stallion and Nicki Minaj

Hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house
There's some hoes in this house (hold up)
I said certified freak, seven days a week
Wet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak (ah)

Boy-toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
B-bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that’s real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils
I’m high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I’m on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
Say he don’t like ‘em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag and I hit him with the jab like

[Megan Thee Stallion]
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yuh)
Quick, jump out 'fore you let you get inside of me (yuh)
I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to be (huh)
I run down on him 'fore I have a nigga runnin' me (pow, pow, pow)
Talk your shit, bite your lip (yuh)
Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)
You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thing (yuh)
He already made his mind up 'fore he came (ayy, ah)
Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy (ah, ah, ah)
He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy (click, click, click)
Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy (mwah, mwah, mwah)
Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy (yuh, yuh)

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s
Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it ‘cause he slang cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I’m on some dumb shit

[Megan Thee Stallion]
Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes
Switch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'
Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe in
Never lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin'

By the way, what he say?
He can tell I ain’t missing no meals
Come through and fuck him in my automobile
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill
He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal
Say he don’t like ‘em boney, he want something he can grab
So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like

[Cardi B]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, you fuckin' with some wet-ass pussy
Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussy
Give me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet-ass pussy
Now get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet-ass pussy
I'm talkin' WAP, WAP, WAP, that's some wet-ass pussy
Macaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy, huh