Tag: Young Carti


Playboi Carti – Fo Sho Lyrics




[Verse]
I’ma unicorn in my city, pipin’ up (What)
Baby wanna fuck me ’cause she know I got hella bucks
Put that bih up on the bus, I told her get to buss
Got these hoes yeah, hoe fo sho
Hunnid a show and Ion’t even show
Baby wanna suck me yah, I got that pole
Baby wanna fuck me ’cause she know I’m gone
All these hoes fucking, yeah you know they fucking
All these hoes thotty, yeah you know they slutty
Southside nigga, keep that shit goin’
2900 got the pack blowin’
Bad bitch love me, fuck her in the morning
Hop up in the Rari, Young Carti moving
All my niggas shootin’, yeah nigga they scorin’
Fuckin’ on your bih, your bih too boring
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Les go
Bad bih wanna suck the dick
Took a addy pill she done lost her shit
Put her on a jet she done lost her shit
I say boss out like chanel, i can’t worry bout bih
I like [?], where the lean i feel like hill b
Car i8, for the coupe
He gon pour that shit
Bih, bih i pour that bih
2900 red flaggin it
2900 with the gang with it
1600
1600
Yea we with the shit
Baby wanna suck me cause she know we lit
Im at interscope talkin bout i need some shit
Hunnit band
Hunnit band
Hunnit clique
Hunnid thousand ain’t shit, we ain’t worried bout shit
We ain’t worried bout shit
Pour the lean, pour the lean in the fucking lid
It got me lit
It got me lit
It got me fucking lit
These lame niggas they slow, man they got me bent
Im a real nigga (yuh)
Sitting in a tent
All my cars hit
All my broads hit
All my bad bitches love me cause im with the shits
And i love the clique, i lick it up i love the clique
Tatted on my neck, like a mexican
High school fresher than the freshman
Bad bih trying come and impress me
Cash cash cash cash yeah yeah

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Playboi Carti – Magnolia (On TRL) (Live)




[Tag]
Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?

[Intro]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pierre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her "Buy some kicks"
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Hook]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pierre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!