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letra de justin bieber* - playboi carti

lyrics from snippets

[intro: dj swamp izzo & lil uzi vert]
we been at home for three years (yeah)
what you listenin’ to is that world…
huh? what? uh (that be maaly raw) uh
yeah (uh)
what? (uh)
(that be maaly raw)

[chorus: lil uzi vert & playboi carti]
uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with the bag
n-ggas, they be mad, ’cause i’m walkin’ with the cash
pull up in a lambo’, did the digi’ dash
asian b-tch beside me, vetements on my ass
i ain’t hit the l!ck, but i’m wearing my black mask, yeah
walkin’ with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah
vetements-vetements jeans, put your stylist right on blast
once i f-ck your b-tch, know you can never get her back (homixide, homixide)

[verse: lil uzi vert & playboi carti]
i said, “how you bomin’?”, “how you comin’?” b-tch, we poppin’ tags
you know how we bomin’, how we comin’, we got birkin bags
srt, daytona, doin’ donuts, and i’m poppin’ flags, yeah
shoutout to the o, i turned lonely, and i’m servin sets, yeah
give me head, diploma, i’m a loner, i’m all by myself
gotta keep it on me, draco on me, gotta protect myself
i’m poppin’ pink mary, yeah-yeah, drove here by myself
better call the paramedics, yeah-yeah, i hit that sh-t by myself
(that be maaly raw)
twenty nine, sixteen, yeah-yeah, yeah, we made it by ourselves
that look like kim, yeah-yeah, i be poppin’ by myself
i pop a bean, yeah-yeah, i keep touchin’ on myself
i’m off the e-e, yeah, i been touchin’ on myself
get that guap by myself
get that guap by myself
get that guap by myself
get that guap by myself (huh?)
got my weight up out the gym (yeah)
pull up in a lambo’ with no license, lil’ kim
blowin’ up your block like my name was little kim
i just f-cked a thottie and i got that sh-t on film, huh
i just seen new body hit a l!ck
308, yeah-yeah, at the gate, yeah-yeah
if you see it, yeah-yeah, best believe it, yeah
send some threats, huh, yeah, he gon’ bleed, huh, yeah
i’m a rebel, huh, yeah, send him to jesus, huh, yeah
fifty bullets, huh, yeah, and i blew
(that be maaly raw)
french coupe, yeah, justin bieber, huh
i keep poppin’ blue, uh, uh, got me leanin’, uh
we like jay and nas, we be poppin’ bodies
just like rockstars, my b-tches wanna mosh
she suck carti fast, told that b-tch to slow it
me and carti, yeah, huh, we like ap, rollie
[chorus: lil uzi vert & playboi carti]
uh, went to sleep, huh, yeah, woke up with the bag
n-ggas, they be mad, ’cause i’m walkin’ with the cash
pull up in a lambo’, did the digi’ dash
asian b-tch beside me, vetements on my ass
i ain’t hit the l!ck, but i’m wearing my black mask, yeah
walkin’ with the stick, all my pockets filled with cash, yeah
vetements-vetements jeans, put your stylist right on blast
once i f-ck your b-tch, know you can never get her back, yeah

- playboi carti

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