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ap tardi – no competition كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yeah i got a bustdown
yeah
its the finale
yeah bustdown

[verse 1]
aye i got a bustdown ap and a bustdown patek (no cap)
got so much diamonds make your b_tch upset
why you hating when you still in debt (you in debt)
touchdown in houston imma speed in the corvette
aye yeah
no competition we run sh_t aye (facts)
slanging double a’s no f_ck sh_t aye (nope)
i don’t need no friends only rico and mdnt (yeah yeah)
might go drop 50 bands on my momma (on my momma)
creating these careers got me feeling like i’m brahma
stay strapped up got me feeling like osama
suburb trappin i ain’t got no trauma
with my brother from guatemala (no cap)

[verse 2]
no lame hoes only tropicana b_tch (yeah yeah)
look in my cup you would see some fanta b_tch (b_tch)
i buy her the gucci purse but i can’t stand a b_tch (can’t stand a b_tch)
ugly ass hoe looking like she a tana (she a tana)
ugly ass hoe kick her back to atlanta (hoe)
she tryna see the sack got me feeling like i’m santa (yeah yeah)
everyday b_tch i put on for my city (for my city)
she used to say i’m lame but now she show me titties (show me)
aye yeah
put the chrome to his jaw (aye)
guess he wanna mean jah (yeah)
tardi bouta break a law
b_tch no hands eat that p_ssy with a straw (with a straw)
my foreign like an elephant truck in the front (in the front)
now these old heads always hate when i stunt (facts)
b_tch i k!ll the pain with a blunt (yeah yeah)

[verse 3]
now my bank account got 1 and 6 zeros (yeah yeah)
put my brother on got me feeling like a hero (yeah f_ck em up)
now my music fire like the one by nero (oh my god)
now i’m blowing up it has only been a year hoe (huh)
aye remember those days when they called me r_t_rdi
now i made it big and i ride a maserati (maserati)
and one day i buy a new bugatti (bugatti)
if you gone neck we gone kick it like karate (karate)
my b_tch lookin like a barbie (yeah yeah)
b_tch i came to party (oh my god)
i’m an icon playboi carti (yeah)
and i ain’t trash lil b_tch i’m ap tardi (tardi season 3 b_tch!)

[verse 4]
if you ain’t a gunner lil b_tch get gone (yeah yeah)
i f_cked your mom with the patek on (oh my god)
yeah she gone ride me tell that b_tch hop on (lets go)
she said she bouta blast like an atom bomb (yeah)
i would rather do this sh_t hands on (b_tch)
b_tch they bump my sh_t out in taiwan
if you still doubting me boy you a moron (dumbass)

[outro]
yeah
ap yeah (aye)
b_tch (yeah)

- ap tardi

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