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Cardi B has vowed to never drink alcohol again after overindulging at her 32nd birthday party.

The rapper woke up to a horrific hangover after celebrating her birthday on Friday night – and took to Instagram on Saturday, looking worse for wear.

She still had her makeup on for the night prior and rocked messy hair as she groaned over the pain she was in.

‘I will never, ever drink again,’ she said. ‘I will never. Pray for me. Wait, I’m still drunk,’ she added with a laugh.

‘I will never drink again. Ever!’ she added

She added in bold font to one of the screenshots, ‘I’m never going outside AGAIN.’

The I Like It singer candidly admitted just how sick she got from all the drinking as she shared an exchange she had with a friend after the party.

‘Bro I had a time,’ Cardi admitted. ‘I was throwing up all the way to the afties.’

‘DIOS THEM HENNY SHOTS NO JOKE U DRANK THE WHOLE BOTTLE ALONE,’ the friend replied. ‘Feel better.’

‘They need to band (sic) Hennessy out of this country,’ Cardi noted in the post.

It came hours after Cardi celebrated her 32nd birthday on Friday night.

The WAP singer celebrated with her sister Hennessy Carolina Almánza and a cavalcade of friends, but not her estranged husband Offset, 32.

Cardi looked great in a backless black romper featuring micro shorts that showed off her bodacious backside.

The bodice of her outfit featured a plunging neckline and cut outs at her slender waist.

The theme of her party was Bardi in the City and she had a backdrop made with that phrase in the same style and font as Sex and the City.

Singer French Montana was among the many guests at the party while her friend Megan Thee Stallion encouraged her say: ‘you’re a strong woman you deserve life continue enjoy your life’s.

Earlier in the day, Cardi shared a video to her her Instagram Stories showing off the gifts her daughter Kulture, six, and son Wave, three, gave her for her birthday.

‘Thank you, baby!’ Cardi said to Kulture as her eldest daughter grinned.

‘My daughter got me these balloons,’ Cardi continued as the video focused on the balloons.

‘And these flowers,’ the rapper added, pointing to a bouquet of pink roses with a note placed on them.

She also showed off the cards Wave and Kulture made for her.

‘Mom, I love you more than cupcakes,’ Cardi read from Kulture’s card with a laugh.

Cardi then turned the camera to another very large bouquet of pink roses from Lizzo

‘Yo, one thing about Lizzo, she’s gonna get me some flowers,’ Cardi said, as she picked up the card on the flowers.

‘Lizzo needs to be my man’, she added, as she captioning the video: ‘Me and @lizzobeeating need to date now.’

She also shared several images with all three of her kids to Instagram.

In the images, she wore a long pink dress with a cutout that ran from the neckline to the hem in a curvy pattern.

‘I can’t say thank you enough to all my social media besties and cousins!,’ her caption began.

‘All the love you sent me and all the posts you made to celebrate me could never go unnoticed! You all are truly one in a million!’.

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