Correction Paroles Athena (Freestyle) par Playboi Carti

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(That be Maaly Raw)

Crack money, I serve crack junkies
I got money comin', I got slugs comin'
I got b*t*hes comin', I got money on me
I got hunnids' on me, keep a hundred on me
Keep them hundreds comin'
Keep them b*t*hes comin'
Keep them opps runnin'
I just smoked an opp, you can keep it coming
I got bloodies with me, I got cousins with me
I got thotties with me, I got sl*tties with me
I'm on the southside, I got two nines
I f**ked two hoes, cause I'm too fine
I got hoes yeah, asked the hoes yeah
I change clothes, yeah
Different clothes, yeah, different tastes
She wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah
Bad b*t*h got a case yeah
I wanna give it to her, but I can't give it all yeah
I can't even see these b*t*hes, I can't even stall with you
I get the money, I get the money in here
I got the cash on me, Bugs Bunny
Shawty f**kin' on me, yeah she love me
I'm Cash Carti, yeah, I need a barbie
Hoes be starving yeah, hold up
I'm so fly, like a martian
I take off on these b*t*hes, I be-
I take off on these b*t*hes, I'm on go
These b*t*hes be costin' hoes, they costin'
Yeah, n***a flossin

Ice on me, I don't even know what it cost no more
Ice on me, I don't even know
Different slatts, every day
Yeah, different b*t*hes, different place
I put it all in her face, then we go on vacay
I'm gon' do this every day
I'm gon nut, in her face
Shawty better not be fake
Cause a n***a keep a K
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Money, A1, these b*t*hes A1
These b*t*hes do not care
b*t*hes everywhere, hold up pu**y n***a
You want smoke we smoke you, (Smoke you, smoke you, hol' up)
Big truck, I'ma slime a killer
I'm here with a ten n***a, give a f**k 'bout a victim
Give a f**k 'bout them n***as
I'm the enemy, I know I'm me
That b*t*h on me yeah, like vaseline
Hold up, hold up, why you checkin' on it
I got b*t*hes up on me, that be flirting with me
I'm so fly, like a motherf**kin' pidgeon homie
I'm in New York wit them n***as that's countin' digits homie
Run it up like a scammer, my n***as keep a hammer
We can f**k right now
Numbers don't lie, b*t*h
I'm in New York with a killer, I'm in New York
Got a b*t*h right now, she [?]
Got a b*t*h right now she waiting on me
Got money on the floor, young n***a
Play with the money, yeah
Thousand checks, we got cash, we gon' flex
f**k these n***as hold up, out bad
You want smoke with me and my n***a, lets go
n***a we smoke for cash, yeah
I got these hoes they waiting on me, waiting to suck
I get the cash, I get the cash for sure
Let's get it, let's get it slime
I'ma turn up for these n***as, just for the one time
We got guns, got guns, young n***a gon' show em' something
I'm with one, yeah yeah, gotta show 'em some
Guns on guns on guns, on guns
Cash, on cash, uh huh
Me and my n***a we breakin' it down, huh
Me and my n***as gon shoot em both
f**k these n***as, ain't talking 'bout nun
They don't want no war
We gon put a n***a on a T-Shirt, we don't give a f**k 'bout nun
We gon' shoot out your eyes first, don't give a f**k 'bout your gun
I got a K on me, I'm with an opp, yeah
I'ma count up, huh, huh
We gon crash, we got MACs
Servin' b*t*hes, with the packs
Uh huh, uh huh, turn up for me
Turn up for me, diamonds, styrofoam
Double cup, double cup, yeah
Double cup love, shawty wanna f**k on drugs
Double cup love, shawty wanna f**k my drugs
I'm in love, I'm in love with drugs now, I'm in love, hol' up
I'm sluggin' me and my n***a we thuggin'
I'ma f**k these hoes, shawty want-
Hold up, I can't f**k these hoes forever
I gotta get this money, I'm too clever
All white Dior sweater, yeah, hol' up
I'm gon' pull up, change the weather
Got b*t*hes everywhere, got cash everywhere
These b*t*hes everywhere, these b*t*hes gotta stare
These b*t*hes everywhere, tryna f**k, okay yeah
Tryna f**k on bags, yeah, poppin' tags yeah
I'm on a Perc for sure, I'm on that lean, yeah
Tryna take me out, [?]
Hold up, yeah, slime fire, tryna f**k these b*t*hes, she gotta be mine
Hold up, yeah, slime fire, tryna f**k these b*t*hes, she gotta be mine

I wanna meet your hoe, I wanna take her out
She gotta suck my d**k, she wanna eat me up
Uh uh, yeah, uh uh
Uh uh, yeah, uh uh
Yeah, hold up, yeah
Shawty gon' f**k on me, cause n***a got cash, yeah
Got bags, shawty want a Birkin bag, hold up
I ain't spend no cash on no thot, I'ma trap these b*t*hes, no plot
Your b*t*h get smoked like an opp
We don't give a f**k 'bout nun, they cops
I'ma shoot till the motherf**ker drop
Pour up the motherf**kin' drop
Got hoes, on go, for days, hell yeah
I change up these cars, I change up these hoes
I change up my wardrobe, huh
b*t*hes suck me, yeah, yeah, huh
f**k the bands up, I'ma f**k the b*t*h up
Shawty wanna f**k me, yeah
I don't give a f**k
n***a want smoke for days, we got plays on plays
Put an opp on a plate, I'ma put the b*t*h on a play
I'm high, n***a in the A
I'm in the streets, okay
I'm on the block, ooh
Crack, crack, crack, I got crack money
Crack money, we serve crack money
Crack money, yeah, you a crack junkie
We got blocks, you can't get a block from me
Hold up, I just hit this b*t*h she f**kin' up my pants
Balmain jeans, they ain't even come out yet
I just f**ked this b*t*h, ain't gave no respect
Hoe gon' get it in, she gon'-
Louboutin's bleeding on the floor
I been flexing since a freshman, I got b*t*hes tryna f**k
White tee, get stuck with it
Got a gun, hold up, hold up, you better run, hold up
My slatts shoot for fun, we want funds
Ride the money truck, hold up
And we aiming at the dubs, hold up
pu**y ass n***a ain't keeping a hundred
Prolly gotta kill that hoe, I'm on the block with a stick right now
Prolly gonna kill that hoe
I got a stick on me, yeah, n***a got a K for sure
Crack money, I serve junkies, yeah
You a clout n***a, I pull up with a stick, and kill clout n***as

You don't want that smoke with me, I'm a killer
n***as afraid of young Carti, cause I keep it
I been hitting b*t*hes, pull my Balmain jeans up
We just got this money so we 'bout to f**k the streets up
We don't give a f**k, yeah my n***as they stay geeked up
We don't need these hoes, we gon' keep that heat up
I'm gon smoke when I get cold
Slime that n***a in the snow
I'm loving b*t*hes coast to coast hold up
I make that b*t*h touch her toes, hold up
I got bloody with me, I got a sl*tty with me
I got a thotty with me, I got my cousins with me
I got some bricks comin', I got some white hoes
That cocaine money, I got crack, crack, crack
I got trap money, I serve trap junkies
We got muddy homie, we got money homie
Ye' ain't the only one, you ain't the only one
Only one, yeah
Balmain jeans she f**ked 'em up
I'ma f**k that b*t*h
Got a b*t*h in the crib waiting on this d**k, she waiting on it
Got bags on me don't give a f**k about none of these opps
I smoke a n***a right now, hop in the wagon
Yeah I have it, it's a long time, yeah

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