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athena (studio session edit) - playboi carti lyrics

[intro]
(i was on the phone with pi’erre, [?])
uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh
double, styrofoam, double cup
double cup, yeah, hold up
uh, double cup love
shawty wanna f*ck, drugs, yeah
double cup love, yeah
shawty wanna f*ck my drugs, yeah
i’m in love, i’m in love with drugs, yeah ([?])
(that*that*that*that*that*that be maaly raw)

[post*chorus]
i just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
i was in the trap with my pants up
i just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
i just left the spot with some dancers
[verse 1]
i can’t f*ck these hoes forever (yeah), yeah
i gotta get this money, i’m too clever (hold up, hold up)
all white dior sweater, uh (yeah)
i’ma pull up, yeah, change the weather (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 spendin’ no cash on no thot
i don’t trust these b*tches, don’t plot
your b*tch get smoked like an opp
give a f*ck ’bout none of these cops
i’ma shoot at a motherf*cking cop
i’ma shoot ’til the motherf*cker drop
i’ma pour up the motherf*cking drop
got hoes on hoes, for days, for sure
i change up these cars, i change up these hoes
i change up my wardrobe, huh

[chorus]
balmain jeans, she f*cked ’em up while i f*cked the b*tch
got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this d*ck, she waiting on cash, hold up
got bags on me, no f*cks ’bout none of these opps
i’ma smoke me a n*gga right now, hopping out wagons, yeah, yeah
balmain jeans, she f*cked ’em up while i f*cked the b*tch
got a b*tch in the crib waiting on this d*ck, she waiting on cash, hold up
got bags on me, no f*cks ’bout none of these opps
i’ma smoke me a n*gga right now, hopping out wagons, yeah, yeah
[verse 2]
i just hit this b*tch, she f*cked my balmain jeans up
we just got this money, so we ’bout to f*ck the streets up
we don’t give no f*ck, yeah, my n*ggas, they stay geeked up
i just hit this b*tch, she f*cked my balmain jeans up
i got two .9s, i f*cked two hoes
’cause i’m too fine, i got hoes, yeah
after hoes, yeah, i change clothes, yeah
i change clothes, yeah, different clothes, yeah
different tastes, yeah, she wanna taste, yeah
nut in her face, yeah, bad b*tch got a case, yeah
but i wanted to give it to her, but i can’t give her all, yeah
so i can see this b*tch, oh, yeah, i can’t even start with you
trap, but you need trap*trap*trap, they like crack money
i got crack money, i got j’s, i got crack junkies
we got money comin’, we got blunts, we keep blunt*smoking
we f*ck hoes, homie, hold up, yeah, we f*ck hoes, homie

[post*chorus]
i just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
i was in the trap with my pants up
i just f*cked this b*tch, she f*cked my pants up
i just left the spot with some dancers
[outro]
[?] ([?])
(that*that*that*that*that*that be maaly raw)

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