Playboi Carti - Perfume lyrics
Playboi Carti [Jordan Terrell Carter] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S.
[Playboi Carti - Perfume lyrics]
Whole lotta bag, lil' fifties
Whole lotta bag, let's get it
I'm in that bitch with a blicky
Imma let that motherfucker hang out
You ain't louda cap in the hangout
Lay your ass down where you hang out
Stupid little bitch gon' bite down
Got my dog with me, I ain't big now
Turn the bitch down, I ain't like it
Handle my dough, I ain't like it
Diamonds on me like typhoon
Shoot by myself, I ain't got goons
Smoke big gas smell like perfume
I got a ho in Cleveland
I fuck with her, she bleedin'
Shawty a demon carti a demon
Carti a demon he's still in Celine
Think I robbed the bank, uh
My mask is Raf Simons, yeah
Play with that cash
Young nigga got cash, yeah
Big slatt, big mob, yeah
Walk 'round with bags, yeah
Carti got a bitch all in it
All of my slimes, we litty
Whole lotta bag, lil' fifties
Whole lotta bag, let's get it
I'm in that bitch with a blicky
Imma let that motherfucker hang out
You ain't louda cap in the hangout
Lay your ass down where you hang out
Stupid little bitch gon' bite down
Got my dog with me, I ain't big now
Turn the bitch down, I ain't like it
Handle my dough, I ain't like it
Diamonds on me like typhoon
Shoot by myself, I ain't got goons
Smoke big gas smell like perfume
I got a ho in Cleveland
I fuck with her, she bleedin'
Shawty a demon carti a demon
Carti a demon he's still in Celine
Whole lotta bag, let's get it
I'm in that bitch with a blicky
Imma let that motherfucker hang out
You ain't louda cap in the hangout
Lay your ass down where you hang out
Stupid little bitch gon' bite down
Got my dog with me, I ain't big now
Turn the bitch down, I ain't like it
Handle my dough, I ain't like it
Diamonds on me like typhoon
Shoot by myself, I ain't got goons
Smoke big gas smell like perfume
I got a ho in Cleveland
I fuck with her, she bleedin'
Shawty a demon carti a demon
Carti a demon he's still in Celine
Think I robbed the bank, uh
My mask is Raf Simons, yeah
Play with that cash
Young nigga got cash, yeah
Big slatt, big mob, yeah
Walk 'round with bags, yeah
Carti got a bitch all in it
All of my slimes, we litty
Whole lotta bag, lil' fifties
Whole lotta bag, let's get it
I'm in that bitch with a blicky
Imma let that motherfucker hang out
You ain't louda cap in the hangout
Lay your ass down where you hang out
Stupid little bitch gon' bite down
Got my dog with me, I ain't big now
Turn the bitch down, I ain't like it
Handle my dough, I ain't like it
Diamonds on me like typhoon
Shoot by myself, I ain't got goons
Smoke big gas smell like perfume
I got a ho in Cleveland
I fuck with her, she bleedin'
Shawty a demon carti a demon
Carti a demon he's still in Celine
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