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letra de athena (studio session edit) - playboi carti

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[intro]
(i was on the phone with pi’erre, [?])
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
double, styrofoam, double cup
double cup, yeah, hold up
uh, double cup love
shawty wanna f-ck, drugs, yeah
double cup love, yeah
shawty wanna f-ck my drugs, yeah
i’m in love, i’m in love with drugs, yeah ([?])
(that-that-that-that-that-that be maaly raw)

[chorus]
balmain jeans, she f-cked ’em up while i f-cked the b-tch
got a b-tch in the crib waiting on this d-ck, she waiting on cash, hold up
got bags on me, no f-cks ’bout none of these opps
i’ma smoke me a n-gga right now, hopping out wagons, yeah, yeah
balmain jeans, she f-cked ’em up while i f-cked the b-tch
got a b-tch in the crib waiting on this d-ck, she waiting on cash, hold up
got bags on me, no f-cks ’bout none of these opps
i’ma smoke me a n-gga right now, hopping out wagons, yeah, yeah

[post-chorus]
i just f-cked this b-tch, she f-cked my pants up
i was in the trap with my pants up
i just f-cked this b-tch, she f-cked my pants up
i just left the spot with some dancers
[verse 1]
i can’t f-ck these hoes forever (yeah), yeah
i gotta get this money, i’m too clever (hold up, hold up)
all white dior sweater, uh (yeah)
i’ma pull up, yeah, change the weather (yeah)
shawty gon’ f-ck on me ’cause n-gga got cash, yeah
got bags, shawty want a birkin bag, hold up
i ain’t spendin’ no cash on no thot
i don’t trust these b-tches, don’t plot
your b-tch get smoked like an opp
give a f-ck ’bout none of these cops
i’ma shoot at a motherf-cking cop
i’ma shoot ’til the motherf-cker drop
i’ma pour up the motherf-cking drop
got hoes on hoes, for days, for sure
i change up these cars, i change up these hoes
i change up my wardrobe, huh

[chorus]
balmain jeans, she f-cked ’em up while i f-cked the b-tch
got a b-tch in the crib waiting on this d-ck, she waiting on cash, hold up
got bags on me, no f-cks ’bout none of these opps
i’ma smoke me a n-gga right now, hopping out wagons, yeah, yeah
balmain jeans, she f-cked ’em up while i f-cked the b-tch
got a b-tch in the crib waiting on this d-ck, she waiting on cash, hold up
got bags on me, no f-cks ’bout none of these opps
i’ma smoke me a n-gga right now, hopping out wagons, yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
i just hit this b-tch, she f-cked my balmain jeans up
we just got this money, so we ’bout to f-ck the streets up
we don’t give no f-ck, yeah, my n-ggas, they stay geeked up
i just hit this b-tch, she f-cked my balmain jeans up
i got two .9s, i f-cked two hoes
’cause i’m too fine, i got hoes, yeah
after hoes, yeah, i change clothes, yeah
i change clothes, yeah, different clothes, yeah
different tastes, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
nut in her face, yeah, bad b-tch got a case, yeah
but i wanted to give it to her, but i can’t give her all, yeah
so i can see this b-tch, oh, yeah, i can’t even start with you
trap, but you need trap-trap-trap, they like crack money
i got crack money, i got j’s, i got crack junkies
we got money comin’, we got blunts, we keep blunt-smoking
we f-ck hoes, homie, hold up, yeah, we f-ck hoes, homie

[chorus]
balmain jeans, she f-cked ’em up while i f-cked the b-tch
got a b-tch in the crib waiting on this d-ck, she waiting on cash, hold up
got bags on me, no f-cks ’bout none of these opps
i’ma smoke me a n-gga right now, hopping out wagons, yeah, yeah

[post-chorus]
i just f-cked this b-tch, she f-cked my pants up
i was in the trap with my pants up
i just f-cked this b-tch, she f-cked my pants up
i just left the spot with some dancers
[outro]
[?] ([?])
(that-that-that-that-that-that be maaly raw)

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