Playboi Carti - Vivienne Westwood lyrics

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

[Playboi Carti - Vivienne Westwood lyrics]

(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids

Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I fucked this bitch, we made a flick (Blatt)
I'ma smoke me an opp just like a cig
I'ma cut that bitch, she not my kin
Tryna fuck two hoes, I think they twins
I'm rocking them Chrome Hearts
Got a baddie and she die hard
(Slatt, yeah, blatt)
I'm 'bout to blast this ho
(Blaow-blaow, yeah, bow)

(Blatt) i got Prada on my ass
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids
(Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

Yeah oh
(Blatt-blatt) , yeah (Blah, huh, what? Ah
Uh) yeah, yeah, uh (Blatt, uh, blatt, slatt)
(We ain't worried, lil nigga) uh, uh

Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this bitch, huh rIP Yams, RIP Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to fuck on a project bitch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bitch
Two-fifty in cash
We ain't playin' with a bitch
Two-fifty in the bag
I ain't playin' with a bitch
Yeah, and Carti a diva, uh
Yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your bitch is a eater, uh
Yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky
(Blicky, blatt)
Kicking shit, bitch, yeah, nigga
Like FIFA, hol' up, what?
(Hol' up, hol' up)

She wanna hear Carti all on
Her speakers, hold up, yeah
I smoke my weed, I smoke my reefer, hold up
(Blatt bah)
I pour the lean, I'm on the liter, huh, huh
I had to go, I gotta leave her, huh (yeah)
Yeah, big heartagram on the tattoo
Yeah, slatt, huh, yeah
All red suit like Deadpool
(Blatt-blatt, blah, blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
You paying for pussy, I don't pay, fool
(I don't pay for no pussy, hol' on, pussy)
Iced-out wrist and it cost two
(Cash, cash, blatt, cash, uh)
Fuck a bitch outside, yeah, hold up
(Blatt-blatt-blatt, sex, blah, blatt-blatt)
I want that motherfucker dead, hold up
(Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
I want an apology (Buh-blatt)
You cannot talk to me (Blatt)
You cannot lie to me, hol' up
You cannot lie to me (Blatt-blatt-blatt)

(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids
(Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)

I just made her swallow my
(Blatt-blatt-blatt-blatt)
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt)
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG

Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I'm in this bitch, huh rIP Yams, RIP Yams
And I'm in my closet, yeah
I'm 'bout to fuck on a project bitch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bitch
Two-fifty in cash
We ain't playin' with a bitch
Two-fifty in the bag
I ain't playin' with a bitch
Yeah, and Carti a diva, uh
Yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your bitch is a eater, uh
Yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it's a blicky, blicky, blicky
(Blicky, blatt)
Kicking shit, bitch, yeah, nigga, like FIFA
Hol' up

(She wanna hear Carti all in her speakers)
(Whole lot of hundreds, blatt)
I got Prada on my ass (Damn)
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I'll put a quarter on your ass
Get you bodied for a pack
Big-ass Draco, big-ass SIG
I just made her swallow my kids

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