Playboi Carti - I Promise You lyrics

Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.

[Playboi Carti - I Promise You lyrics]

I, you already, you know 16 ran it up (yeah)
I got your back, slatt, I promise you
(yeah, yeah, yeah) ooh, yeah (Ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash
(Slatt) , hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah, hol' up
(Like a, uh) yeah, hold up (Uh)
(, you know what I'm
Saying in this motherfucker?)
What you talkin' 'bout? (yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh talkin' 'bout, ooh


Ooh, uh, ooh
Hermes link, what you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Ride around, bitch
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Ride on my dick
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Keep a bad bitch
What you talkin' 'bout? Ooh (Slatt)
Keep this bitch lit
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Smoke a whole pound
What you talkin' 'bout?
Been playin' wit' your bitch
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Bag in the brief
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Carti got six, what you talkin' 'bout?
(Blatt) nigga got rich
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Bentleys and Lambs
What you talkin' 'bout? Ooh
I'm with my bitch and we vibin' out (Skrr)
Rockin' Vlone when I'm poppin' out, ah
Blingin' my ice, I'm just showin' out
I'm fuckin' your bitch
The new word of mouth
All of these eaters gon' find it out
I'm in this bitch and I'm vibin' out
I'm in this bitch, fuck he talkin' 'bout?
Yeah, spray this bitch up, yeah
Bitch, nobody can leave, hol' up
(Blatt-blatt-blatt)
Yeah, me and my niggas been geeked
Up, we was just teens, hol' up
(Blicky)
Ayy, I got some niggas that rockin' with me
(Ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash
(Slatt) , hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah, hol' up
(Like a, uh) yeah, hold up (Uh)
(, you know what I'm
Saying in this motherfucker?)
What you talkin' 'bout? (yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh talkin' 'bout, ooh

I'm a young OG, bitch, yeah, ayy
Young nigga don't know me, bitch, yeah
I don't even owe you shit, yeah
I pull up, too much drip, yeah
I pull up, too many bitches, yeah
Iced-out Patek, bitch, yeah (Patek)
I ain't even pay for shit, yeah
Heard you wanna geek 'bout a bitch, yeah
('Bout a bitch)
Put a red dot on your head, yeah
Cut a bitch off, no legs
And the girl stay red on red, yeah
And the juice stay red on red, yeah
In the back room suckin', talkin' 'bout
Southside, nigga, we talkin' 'bout, yeah
We don't do sets
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
We don't do that
What you talkin' 'bout? Ooh
We spend racks
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah
Too many beans, I'ma pass out, yeah
(Pass out)
I'm on that lean with the TEC out (TEC out)
Call up Young Nudy, East Paradise, yeah
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah
(What?)
We gon' leave a nigga in the daylight, yeah
(Ooh, ha)

You don't want smoke with Cash
(Slatt) , hol' up, yeah
What you talkin' 'bout? yeah, hol' up
(Like a, uh) yeah, hold up (Uh)
(, you know what I'm
Saying in this motherfucker?)
What you talkin' 'bout? (yeah, hol' up)
Yeah, yeah, hol' up (yeah, yeah)
Talkin' 'bout, yeah (Hol' up, what?)
Yeah, hol' up, uh (Uh) talkin' 'bout, ooh

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