Playboi Carti - Rover Sport lyrics

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

[Playboi Carti - Rover Sport lyrics]

(808 Mafia) yeah (What?)
What? What? What?

Dope in the rover, uh
Got dope in the rover, uh, yeah
I need the soda you can smell my odor
Too many hoes (Hoes, what?)
Tell her come over (Hoes, what?)
Shawty wanna fuck (Fuck, fuck, hol up, bitch)
Let's go up (What?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(Let’s go, hol up)

Pour me up, you know I love that Sprite
(What?)
Pour me up, you know I love that Sprite
(Oh what? Uh uh)
Rockstar shit, my jeans they tight
(I’m a rockstar, yeah, ohh)
Rockstar shit, my bitch stay tight
(Yea rockstar)
I got too much drip I feel like Mike (Mike)
I’m taking Euro trips to rock this mic
(I count checks)
200k to get this nigga I hate
I can’t hop on stage
Unless the numbers alright, yea
(I get cash)
Don’t talk about unless I’m there, lil bitch
(Racks, racks)
Get you hit off a killswitch (What?)
I pop pills until I can’t feel shit
(I pop pills)
I go KB on a stain, lil bitch yea
You can’t pay no bills you ain’t got no bank
Yea (No bills)
I paid the whole thing off yea
Twice lil nigga (That’s my BM, yeah)
I been rollin' dice (Dice, what?)
Think about your life (What?)
You could get shanked, hold up
Cut with a knife it’s the pink, pink yea
Shoot him if he blink, yea
Let the chopper sing, yea
I’m a killer king (King)
Let that bitch ring (Ring)
Nigga I’m geeked (Geeked)
Bitch I’m too geeked (Geeked)
I can’t even sleep (Sleep)
I got all these bars on me
I got more bars than an MC
I got more bars than an MC, yea yea
I got drug habit's, and all these issues
(What?)
I count all these blue hunnids, big blues
(Ok)
My bitch she bad and she do what she would do
(yeah)
We still outside, we ain’t got no curfew
(Uh, uh)

Dope in the rover, uh
Got dope in the rover, uh, yeah
I need the soda you can smell my odor
Too many hoes (Hoes, what?)
Tell her come over (Hoes, what?)
Shawty wanna fuck (Fuck, fuck, hol up, bitch)
Let's go up (What?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(What, what?)
Bring your friends, bring your friends, yuh
(Let’s go, hol up)

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