Paroles Yah (Demo) par Playboi Carti

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They takin' them pictures, I'm takin' they b*t*hes, they hop in my whip and we get it, ooh
I'm seein' the pictures, my life is so vivid, my n***a, I'm livin' the vision, ooh
My b*t*hes stay callin', stay callin', they callin', they textin' like "Carti you missin'?"
She blow the d**k like a whistle, ooh
Up on the block with a missile, ooh
How he get shot? It’s a riddle, ooh (How?)
How you gon' say that's your n***a? Ooh
You let it sing like Tiller, ooh
I bring that sh*t like a dealer, ooh
Then I go f**k with my dealer, ooh
We run around like chinchillas, ooh
I might withdraw that lil' million, uh
Watch me count up a lil' mil'
F**kin' his b*t*h in my Benz
'Member I was in thе pen, ooh (F**kin' that b*t*h)
B*t*hes, they hatin' on Cash, ooh (Cash)
B*t*hеs ain't payin' my rent, ooh
I get the money then flip, ooh
I get the swag then drip, ooh
B*t*h, I'm gon' dab like Flippa, ooh
I got your b*t*h and I flip her, ooh
Ooh, yeah, ayy, yeah (Yeah), huh
You know I'm that n***a
Uh, yeah, ooh, yeah
I know they gon' feel the lil n***a (Yeah)
I know your b*t*h feelin' this n***a
Suckin' and f**kin', lil n***a
Textin' my phone at night
Talkin' 'bout she wanna bite (Yeah)
I got this sh*t like a—uh
She gon' ride it like a bike
She gon' ride d**k like a bike, uh
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I got your ho and she wet (Yeah)
I got your ho and she naughty
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