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letra de slay3r - playboi carti

[verse 1]
everywhere i go, i get paper (what?)
everywhere i go, i get paper (what? slatt, slatt)
i’m a rockstar, i could’ve joined slayer
got the drum in the car, that b-tch a slayer (slayer, slayer, slayer, slayer)
get put in a box for f-ckin’ with a player (what?), yeah
ar in the box, it came with a laser (what?), yeah
i don’t cook a opp, yeah, just like i cater, yeah (yeah)
i f-ck on my thot, yeah, we met in decatur, yeah
i go wild on that b-tch, yeah, just like a blazer (what?), yeah
can’t start with the b-tch, i link anothеr one later (what?)

[chorus]
i gotta get it togеther (you dig)
i’m livin’ my life like a rebel (what?)
they tried to lock me in a kennel (what?)
i beat the case, it was simple (what?)
fresh out of court, yeah (yeah)
jump in the porsche, yeah (yeah)
slide through the hood, yeah (yeah)
everything good, yeah (yeah)

[post-chorus]
whole lotta mob sh-t (what?)
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (yeah)
whole lotta mob sh-t (what?)
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (yeah)
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (slatt)
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (yeah)
whole lotta mob sh-t (what? let’s go, let’s go)
whole lotta mob sh-t (what? let’s go, let’s go)
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t
[verse 2]
i got these b-tches goin’ crazy (yeah)
i got these b-tches goin’ crazy (yeah)
i walk in the mall, they go crazy (what? what?)
i walk in the mall, they go crazy (what? what?)
got plaques on the wall, i go crazy (yeah)
got plaques on the wall, i go crazy (yeah)
i got rich and had me a baby (yeah)
i got rich and had me a baby (yeah)
i drive a coupe, you know it’s the latest
sellin’ cocaine just like the 80’s
i caught a body and went on vacation
she suckin’ my d-ck, i was on playstation (woo, woo)
i ride in a demon, i took off, i’m racin’
i ride in a demon, i feel like i’m satan (woo, woo)
i’m f-ckin’ these b-tches, i’m f-ckin’ these b-tches
i gave her some money to put in her safe (woo, woo)
i popped me a molly and now i feel faded
muhammad ali, i feel like the greatest (woo, woo)
this n-gga tried me and none of them hatin’ (yeah, yeah)
i’m f-ckin’ this b-tch, but she cannot date me (woo, woo)

[chorus]
i gotta get it together (you dig)
i’m livin’ my life like a rebel (what?)
they tried to lock me in a kennel (what?)
i beat the case, it was simple (what?)
fresh out of court, yeah (yeah)
jump in the porsche, yeah (yeah)
slide through the hood, yeah (yeah)
everything good, yeah (yeah)
[post-chorus]
whole lotta mob sh-t (what?)
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (yeah)
whole lotta mob sh-t (what?)
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (yeah)
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (slatt)
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t (yeah)
whole lotta model sh-t (what? let’s go, let’s go)
whole lotta mob sh-t (what? let’s go, let’s go)
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob sh-t
whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh-t

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