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athena (freestyle) - playboi carti lyrics

[intro]
(that be maaly raw)

[verse]
crack money, i serve crack junkies
i got money comin’, i got slugs comin’
i got b*tches comin’, i got money on me
i got hunnids’ on me, keep a hundred on me
keep them hundreds comin’
keep them b*tches comin’
keep them opps runnin’
i just smoked an opp, you can keep it coming
i got bloodies with me, i got cousins with me
i got thotties with me, i got sl*tties 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, asked the hoes yeah
i change clothes, yeah
different clothes, yeah, different tastes
she wanna taste, yeah, nut in her face, yeah
bad b*tch got a case yeah
i wanna give it to her, but i can’t give it all yeah
i can’t even see these b*tches, i can’t even stall with you
i get the money, i get the money in here
i got the cash on me, bugs bunny
shawty f*ckin’ on me, yeah she love me
i’m cash carti, yeah, i need a barbie
hoes be starving yeah, hold up
i’m so fly, like a martian
i take off on these b*tches, i be*
i take off on these b*tches, i’m on go
these b*tches be costin’ hoes, they costin’
yeah, n*gga flossin
[verse 2]
ice on me, i don’t even know what it cost no more
ice on me, i don’t even know
different slatts, every day
yeah, different b*tches, different place
i put it all in her face, then we go on vacay
i’m gon’ do this every day
i’m gon nut, in her face
shawty better not be fake
cause a n*gga keep a k
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
money, a1, these b*tches a1
these b*tches do not care
b*tches everywhere, hold up p*ssy n*gga
you want smoke we smoke you, (smoke you, smoke you, hol’ up)
big truck, i’ma slime a k!ller
i’m here with a ten n*gga, give a f*ck ’bout a victim
give a f*ck ’bout them n*ggas
i’m the enemy, i know i’m me
that b*tch on me yeah, like vaseline
hold up, hold up, 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’ pidgeon homie
i’m in new york wit them n*ggas that’s countin’ digits homie
run it up like a scammer, my n*ggas keep a hammer
we can f*ck right now
numbers don’t lie, b*tch
i’m in new york with a k!ller, i’m in new york
got a b*tch right now, she [?]
got a b*tch right now she waiting on me
got money on the floor, young n*gga
play with the money, yeah
thousand checks, we got cash, we gon’ flex
f*ck these n*ggas hold up, out bad
you want smoke with me and my n*gga, lets go
n*gga we smoke for cash, yeah
i got these hoes they waiting on me, waiting to suck
i get the cash, i get the cash for sure
let’s get it, let’s get it slime
i’ma turn up for these n*ggas, just for the one time
we got guns, got guns, young n*gga gon’ show em’ something
i’m with one, yeah yeah, gotta show ’em some
guns on guns on guns, on guns
cash, on cash, uh huh
me and my n*gga we breakin’ it down, huh
me and my n*ggas gon shoot em both
f*ck these n*ggas, ain’t talking ’bout nun
they don’t want no war
we gon put a n*gga on a t*shirt, we don’t give a f*ck ’bout nun
we gon’ shoot out your eyes first, don’t give a f*ck ’bout your gun
i got a k on me, i’m with an opp, yeah
i’ma count up, huh, huh
we gon crash, we got macs
servin’ b*tches, with the packs
uh huh, uh huh, turn up for me
turn up for me, diamonds, styrofoam
double cup, double cup, yeah
double cup love, shawty wanna f*ck on drugs
double cup love, shawty wanna f*ck my drugs
i’m in love, i’m in love with drugs now, i’m in love, hol’ up
i’m sluggin’ me and my n*gga we thuggin’
i’ma f*ck these hoes, shawty want*
hold up, i can’t f*ck these hoes forever
i gotta get this money, i’m too clever
all white dior sweater, yeah, hol’ up
i’m gon’ pull up, change the weather
got b*tches everywhere, got cash everywhere
these b*tches everywhere, these b*tches gotta stare
these b*tches everywhere, tryna f*ck, okay yeah
tryna f*ck on bags, yeah, poppin’ tags yeah
i’m on a perc for sure, i’m on that lean, yeah
tryna take me out, [?]
hold up, yeah, slime fire, tryna f*ck these b*tches, she gotta be mine
hold up, yeah, slime fire, tryna f*ck these b*tches, she gotta be mine
[verse 3]
i wanna meet your hoe, i wanna take her out
she gotta suck my d*ck, she wanna eat me up
uh uh, yeah, uh uh
uh uh, yeah, uh uh
yeah, hold up, yeah
shawty gon’ f*ck on me, cause n*gga got cash, yeah
got bags, shawty want a birkin bag, hold up
i ain’t spend no cash on no thot, i’ma trap these b*tches, no plot
your b*tch get smoked like an opp
we don’t give a f*ck ’bout nun, they cops
i’ma shoot till the motherf*cker drop
pour up the motherf*ckin’ drop
got hoes, on go, for days, h*ll yeah
i change up these cars, i change up these hoes
i change up my wardrobe, huh
b*tches suck me, yeah, yeah, huh
f*ck the bands up, i’ma f*ck the b*tch up
shawty wanna f*ck me, yeah
i don’t give a f*ck
n*gga want smoke for days, we got plays on plays
put an opp on a plate, i’ma put the b*tch on a play
i’m high, n*gga in the a
i’m in the streets, okay
i’m on the block, ooh
[?]
crack, crack, crack, i got crack money
crack money, we serve crack money
crack money, yeah, you a crack junkie
we got blocks, you can’t get a block from me
hold up, i just hit this b*tch she f*ckin’ up my pants
balmain jeans, they ain’t even come out yet
i just f*cked this b*tch, ain’t gave no respect
hoe gon’ get it in, she gon’*
louboutin’s bleeding on the floor
i been flexing since a freshman, i got b*tches tryna f*ck
white tee, get stuck with it
got a gun, hold up, hold up, you better run, hold up
my slatts shoot for fun, we want funds
ride the money truck, hold up
and we aiming at the dubs, hold up
p*ssy ass n*gga ain’t keeping a hundred
prolly gotta k!ll that hoe, i’m on the block with a stick right now
prolly gonna k!ll that hoe
i got a stick on me, yeah, n*gga got a k for sure
crack money, i serve junkies, yeah
you a clout n*gga, i pull up with a stick, and k!ll clout n*ggas
[verse 4]
you don’t want that smoke with me, i’m a k!ller
n*ggas afraid of young carti, cause i keep it
i been hitting b*tches, pull my balmain jeans up
we just got this money so we ’bout to f*ck the streets up
we don’t give a f*ck, yeah my n*ggas they stay geeked up
we don’t need these hoes, we gon’ keep that heat up
i’m gon smoke when i get cold
slime that n*gga in the snow
i’m loving b*tches coast to coast hold up
i make that b*tch touch her toes, hold up
i got bl**dy with me, i got a sl*tty with me
i got a thotty with me, i got my cousins with me
i got some bricks comin’, i got some white hoes
that cocaine money, i got crack, crack, crack
i got trap money, i serve trap junkies
we got muddy homie, we got money homie
ye’ ain’t the only one, you ain’t the only one
only one, yeah
balmain jeans she f*cked ’em up
i’ma f*ck that b*tch
got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this d*ck, she waiting on it
got bags on me don’t give a f*ck about none of these opps
i smoke a n*gga right now, hop in the wagon
yeah i have it, it’s a long time, yeah

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