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letra de autograph - playboi carti

[verse 1]
2 am on the dot (ooh, uh)
sippin on that wock (what?)
south fulton with the glock (what? ooh)
south fulton with the glock? (what?)
south fulton with the glock (ayy, what?)
south fulton, where the glock? (what?)
south fulton, where the glock? (what?)
south fulton, where the glock? (what?)

[verse 2]
pull up in a sp-ceship
jumped out with your main b-tch
bad b-tch wanna f-ck me, in my hair like dandruff
sell a b-tch like banquet, bad b-tch
suck on me like down b-tch
quick sand, say what (ooh), bad b-tch
rob a bank (ooh, ooh)
talk that (ooh), pop a tag (ooh ooh)
shopping bag (ooh ooh), shopping spree (ooh ooh)
bad b-tch (ooh ooh), on a leash (ooh ooh)
what? get that cash, show ’em how to ball
i got money bags, money sitting tall
i be- look upset, come on, money so long
i got all these hoes, they tryna lick the dong (huh)
oh my god, carti big dong
carti big don, carti get it on (huh)
b-tches wanna f-ck, okay can again
b-tches really thin (uh) n-gg-s saying i’m king (hey)
n-gg- i don’t know that man (ooh)
n-gg- that ain’t my friend (ooh)
n-gg- don’t got no bands (ooh)
young carti got bans (ooh)
throw that cash up in the air, the way that money dance (ooh)
all these b-tches in my pants, acting i’m prepared (ooh, huh)
i’m reluctant (ooh, ooh) that a bus (ooh)
taking xannies (huh), school bus (ooh ooh)
oh my god, who that is?
we so proud of them (ooh)
yeah, we love that kid (ooh, ooh)
oh my god, i’m so lean and i’m so lit (ooh, what?)
over here, he must have nutted in that b-tch (huh, huh)
pipe me up, two hoes, nutted in that b-tch (who? what?)
i’ma need to keep an inspector in this b-tch (who? what?)
callate, she say i need some cash (what?)
we at interscope, talking money bags (uh, ooh)
oh my god, hoe i need another bag (ooh)
i might pop the tag, ’bout to pop this led (ooh, what?)
i might pop the tag, might just cop some land (huh, huh)
all these f-cking bands, might just f-ck the man (who, uh)
i’m in south fulton, riding in the ‘vette (huh, who?)
i’m in south fulton, looking like a vet (woo, woo)
’bout a check (’bout a check, ’bout a check)
oh my god! who that is?
’bout a check, i swear he ’bout a check

[chorus]
let me get your autograph, who you with?
let me get your autograph, who you with?
walk inside that mall, they say, “who that kid?” (huh, uh)
walk inside that mall, they say, “who that kid?” (huh, uh)

[verse 3]
’bout that cash (ooh, ooh)
lotta cash (woo), money bag (huh, ooh)
who that kid (huh, uh), who that man? (uh, ooh)
let me get your autograph, i think you meet a fan
baby get some water, but she tryna get a bag
my mama need to break the bag, i had to buy a bag
all these n-gg-s leaches man, all these n-gg-s mad
i bought a lot of mama’s bags, i got rubber bands (hold up)
check it out, wrist out, poke it out, show out

[outro]
check it out, check it out
oh, who?

- playboi carti

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