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SOUTH ATLANTA BABY Playboi Carti Carti, I ain't gon' lie, my nigga This music right here put you in a whole 'nother category Hahahaha That's right, we can create our own genre From now on, don't box us in any category Yeah, Draco sitting CRUSH Playboi Carti Yeah, yeah, uh-uh Woo, yeah (Phew), yeah (Phew) Woo, yeah (Carti) Woo Shawty gon' let me crush, let me crush her shit (Phew) Shawty gon' let me crush, let me, let me crush (Phew) Shawty gon' let me crush WAKE UP F1LTHY Playboi Carti Come to Atlanta, come hold on this dick Me and F1LTHY, we gettin' filthy, we so rich, gah Ah, ha, ah, (What? PHILLY Playboi Carti Lambo' truck or SRT, let's go (Wow) Seein' red on my cup, I'm seein' red (It's lit) She off that white, I'm rollin' green, let's go (Straight up) Philly bitch, keep it a bean, let's go, uh (Let's go, uh) Atlanta TRIM Playboi Carti richest nigga in my hood, ain't no bappin' (Really, I'm trim, I bossed her) I bossed her up, she better not do no cap shit (Really, I'm trim) I'm a real one, I can't never be on no rap shit (Southside Atlanta TOXIC Playboi Carti Uh, the moshpit real toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit I got too much profit Uh, the moshpit real toxic I got too much profit I got too much profit (Lil' Carti, lil' Carti) I got too much I SEEEEEE YOU BABY BOI Playboi Carti Schyeah) She gon' know how it feel Happily over to my mills' (Schyeah) I was tired of bein' in a shell To see you, it was feelin' like hell, schyeah That shit in a cell, can't tuck my tail Run it up for my baby EVIL J0RDAN Playboi Carti my life limbo, my ice, it came with a tray I'm so high, I gotta hide my face, this not a rockstar phase I'm a emo thug in my phase Syrup, syrup, syrup, syrup, tell her to go change Monkey nuts on me, baby OPM BABI Playboi Carti Uh (Huh, huh, schyeah) (Streets ready for this shit right here) Smooth on a ho, I'm smooth I'm cool, yeah, I'm bool I'm 5, ooh, ooh I'm red, pockets blue Uh, uh, what you wanna do, baby? BACKD00R (Feat. Kendrick Lamar, Jhené Aiko) Playboi Carti on you Come through from the back so don't nobody talk I put them VVs on your decolleté, girl you feel nauseous Bitches best stay in their place, move around with caution VVs on your decolleté, mm-mm Baby MOJO JOJO Playboi Carti Ayy Carti I need that back to the future Carti I need that four Alien Carti I need that PPPP Extra-terrestrial Carti you know Just like that Carti you know Just like that Cart Ooh, back in high school, COCAINE NOSE Playboi Carti Cigarettes for the pain You not a thug, you playin' My old lady give me cake, she said she want me for the fame Then I take your money, baby, sit and watch a nigga drank It's Opium, schyeah, movin' like Sky Playboi Carti Yeah) Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? What?) Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah who? Who?) Tell me everybody you touched in this room (who? Who? Who?) OLYMPIAN Playboi Carti yeah, like a olympian Sick kick (Uh), sick bitch (Uh) Re-rockin', I'm sick again I got ten cars in the traffic out with Ludacris I feel her spillin' on my body, tryna do a bitch These niggas can't stop, baby RATHER LIE Playboi Carti Baby, know that you fuck with a star (Yeah) Baby, know that you fuck with a star (Yeah) I'd rather lie than to lose you, girl I'd rather lie than confuse you, girl Truth is, we lapped them, they want us WALK Playboi Carti house, his door red All red flag, red flag, nigga, Code Red You pull up with that Hi-Point, we leave it on your forehead That Seven point Six-Two gon' leave your motherfuckin' door red Shut the door, baby WE NEED ALL DA VIBES Playboi Carti niggas play with her (Yeah), I'm goin' belt-to-cheek Chopped off her waist, new physique (Yeah), look like she don't eat Cashed out Bentley for my bae (Yeah), ain't no need to lease This ain't no G-Shock, baby POP OUT Playboi Carti K POP Playboi Carti RADAR Playboi Carti Bring her back, call a Lyft Schyeah, schyeah I just been swaggin' out All of my bitches, they bad, they goddesses, you know that All of my shooters are Haitian, hold up, bitch, you should know that (Carti FINE SHIT Playboi Carti MUNYUN Playboi Carti ever played on the court Big month we're here, yours looking short Diamonds in my heels, I can see her the door Got her on her heels, she want some more Bring them bitches here, I ain't going to a lore (Carti CRANK Playboi Carti called you bitch, you already know I go looking for shit (Swamp) I'm richer than all my opps (Ha) That's a big plot twist (Ha) I'm prayin' for all my opps while Oh, you prayin' for them motherfuckers now, Carti CHARGE DEM HOES A FEE Playboi Carti GOOD CREDIT Playboi Carti Merch it, merch it, yeah, merch it Cardo my evil twin, Carti my evil twin My skin is smoother, my teeth is whiter, my stride is longer, my thoughts is brighter The hate get realer, the love get fake, but JUMPIN Playboi Carti TWIN TRIM Playboi Carti LIKE WEEZY Playboi Carti DIS 1 GOT IT Playboi Carti HBA Playboi Carti bitches, alright I'm havin' my way, alright, uh My fingers, they motherfuckin’ tight My eyes are open, I'm high I can't believe I can die I just realized I was high I was seventeen on the mic I'm tryna be Carti