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playboi carti - double cup & bugs bunny كلمات الأغنية

(uh, uh double cup, uh double cup)

[verse 1]
i got money coming, i got hundreds on me
keep them opps running, i just smoked an opp
you can keep it coming
i got bloodies with me, i got cousins with me
i’m on the southside, i got two nines
i f_cked two hoes ’cause i’m too fine
i got hoes yeah
different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah
they in her face, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
shawty f_ckin’ on me, yeah, she love me, yeah
i’m cash carti, yeah, hoes be starving, yeah
bugs bunny yeah, hold up
i’m so fly like a martian, yeah
i take off on these b_tches, they be, hold up
i take off on these b_tches, now she call me, hold up
these b_tches just be costing, hoes, they costing

[verse 2]
different sl_ts every day, yeah
different b_tches, different place
i put it all in her face
‘then we got em, ak
i’ma do this everyday
i’ma nut in her face
shawty better not be afraid
cause a n_gga keep a k
yeah, yeah
hold up, p_ssy n_gga, you want smoke, we smoke
we smoke, we smoke, hold up
big truck, big truck, hold up
i’m a slime, i’ma k!ll ’em
i’ma hit ’em with ten, n_gga
give a f_ck ’bout a victim
give a f_ck ’bout them n_ggas
i’m the enemy, hold up, i know i’m me
that b_tch on me, yeah, like vaseline
hold up, uh, hold up, uh, why you checkin’ on it?
i got b_tches up on me that be flirting with me
i’m so fly like a motherf_ckin’ pigeon, homie
i’m in new york with them n_ggas counting digits, homie
run it up like a scammer, my n_ggas keep a hammer
give a f_ck ’bout numbers, numbers don’t lie, lil’ b_tch
numbers don’t lie, lil’ b_tch, yeah
young n_gga might k!ll, homie
my n_ggas gon’ go on a drill for me
give a f_ck ’bout none of these n_ggas, my n_ggas gon’ k!ll some n_ggas for me
f_ck these n_ggas they ain’t talking ’bout nun, they don’t want no war
i’m a put a n_gga on a t_shirt, ion give a f_ck about nun
i’m gon shoot at a opp first, we don’t give a f_ck ’bout your gun
i got a k on me, i make a opp run
i’m a cook up, i’m a cook up uhh
i serve crack, we got macs
serve b_tches huh, aye wit the cash uhh huh, yeah
we got all this money, we finna show this sh_t
we got all them guns, we finna blow that sh_t
we finna tote that sh_t
n_ggas be talkin, need to top, me and my sh_t
need to top, need to top, need to top, need to top
[?] i was jus f_cking the thot
i was just on this block, i was just on this block
we was robbing n_ggas, we was taking opps
we gon k!ll everything, we can’t stop
we got crack, money
we sell crack, junkies
keep that crack comin’
keep them numbers comin’
b_tches keep on talkin’
we sell crack, junkies
keep them crack comin’
keep them numbers comin’
b_tches want the smoke
they gon’ want the k
we gon’ k!ll the n_gga
we gon’ f_ck his day up
ion k!ll a nig_ choppa eat [?]
we [?]
we gon k!ll these n_ggas up
big twenty, hard hundred
i got cash homie
big junkie, big hundred
we got cash homie
big hundred, freak shawty
f_ck your bih’ homie
we got big homies
its a whole lotta sh_t
its a whole lotta sticks
got a whole lotta b_tches
we gotta whole lotta sh_t
[verse 3]
diamond uh yeah yeah, styrofoam mm mm bih’, double cup uh yeah, double cup yeah hol’ up
double cup love, shawty wanna f_ck wit the drugs yeah, double cup love yeah, shawty wanna f_ck my drugs yeah
i’m in love uh yea, i’m in love with drugs now, i’m in love yea hol’ up yea
i’m the slime, we sluggin’ hol’ up, me and my n_ggas we thuggin’ hol’ up
i’m a f_ck this hoe hol’up, shawty wanna be my, hol’ up, hol’ up
i can’t f_ck these hoes forever [uh, uh] yeah, i gotta get this money i’m too clever
all white dior sweater, i’m a pull up yeah change the weather
got b_tches everywhere, got diamonds everywhere
this cash everywhere, these b_tches gotta stare
these b_tches everywhere, tryna f_ck okay yeah
tryna f_ck on bands yeah, tryna pop these tags yeah
and i’m on the percs yeah, and i’m on the lean hol’ up
tryna check me out, man, too clean, i’m too yeah
hol’ up, hol’ up, slime fine, i’m tryna f_ck this b_tch hol’ up, she gotta be mine hol’ up uh huh yeah
my slime fine, i’m tryna f_ck this b_tch hol’ up she gotta be mine
i wanna meet yo hoe yuh, i wanna take her out, she gotta suck my d_ck, she gotta eat me up
she gotta uhhhh uhhhh yeah uhhhh uhhhh yeah, yeah hol’ up yea, yeah

[verse 4]
i got money coming, i got hundreds on me
keep them opps running, i just smoked an opp
you can keep it coming
i got bloodies with me, i got cousins with me
i’m on the southside, i got two nines
i f_cked two hoes ’cause i’m too fine
i got hoes yeah
different clothes, yeah, different tastes, yeah
they in her face, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
shawty f_ckin’ on me, yeah, she love me, yeah
i’m cash carti, yeah, hoes be starving, yeah
bugs bunny yeah, hold up
i’m so fly like a martian, yeah
i take off on these b_tches, they be, hold up
i take off on these b_tches, now she call me, hold up
these b_tches just be costing, hoes, they costing

- playboi carti

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