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Of Course We Ghetto Flowers
Playboi Carti
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Yeah, yeah, yeah (What?)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah (That, that, that, that, that be Maaly Raw)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (What?), yeah, yeah (What?)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Yeah, what? Diamonds all on my teeth
Walk around Christian Loubs, diamonds all on my sneaks
You a broke boy got bad luck, don't even talk to me
You know his girlfriend stalk on me
Drop the mic and don't walk to me
Foreign, foreign whip it, yeah, what is it called
Pull up in that shit lil' bitch, yeah, like a boss
Had a lil' bitch from down south, yeah
Put that shit all in her mouth, ay
Eatin' on veggies and salmon, ay
No, I'm not eatin' no trout
Boy, you a bitch, boy you a snitch
Heard you gon' bring them cops out, yeah
Talkin' that shit, you ain't on shit
Really you ain't gon' pop out
Gettin' money that's why they hate on me
Still on that paper route, yeah
Hit so hard I pulled out, ass so fat called timeout
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Fly to L.A. for a week, and I got Rick on my tee
And I got Rick on my feet, choppa on me, saggin' my jeans
And I put that on big B's, ay, shoutout G-Weed
I got yo hoe on the team, runnin' them laps just like a meet
Hunnid bands on the Goyard, ooh
And I got goons in my yard, ooh
We can rock out like guitars, ooh
Hoe, I got lean I got bars, ooh
Hoe, I got lean I got bars, ooh
Hoe, I fuck her 'cause I'm hard, ooh
She fuck with me, I go hard, ooh
Hoe, I'm on lean, I'm on stars, uh, ayy
Now we on top of my car, uh
Lookin' at stars like I made it far, ayy
Look at my chain, glow in the dark, what?
Ya thot give brain, she goin' hard
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Chopper, that's full-auto
Kickflip, bitch, Otto
Dressed in all black, sharp as a tack
Cut that bitch off, Zoro
I took your bitch, yeah, you lost (Lost)
Told her come fuck with some bosses (Come on)
Invited that bitch to my loft (Hey)
Hold on bitch, take your shoes off (Hold on)
The sauce I been drippin', the sauce I been drippin'
No, I'm not trustin' these bitches (Uh-uh)
No, I don't fuck with these snitches, no (Uh-uh)
Uzi got choppers, extensions
How come I'm all in her mentions? Ayy
And my Rollie three-dimensional (Rollie)
Bitches dangerous like Mystikal (Danger)
These niggas clone you, get your chemicals (Clone)
Twin choppers, they identical
My hands in everything, got tentacles (Tentacles)
Poppin' Perkies like they minerals (Perky)
Fuck you, my hand on my genitals
When on the stage I got adrenaline (Hey)
'Bout to flex up on my enemies (Flex)
I don't need negative energy (Uh-uh)
These niggas not who they pretend to be (Uh)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah
Uhm, she shake it fast
Yeah, she drop it slow
Huh? What?
Yeah, neck on froze