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y3ah! (bugs bunny*) - playboi carti lyrics

i got money coming, i got slatts coming
i got b*tches coming
i got money on me
i got hunnids on me
keep them hundreds on me
keep them hundreds coming
keep them b*tches coming
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 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, after hoes, yeah
i change clothes, yeah, i change clothes, yeah
different clothes, yеah, different tastes, yеah
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’t see these b*tch, oh yeah
i can’t even starve with you
i got the money, yeah, i got a money issue, i got a uh, hold up
i got the cash on me, bugs bunny, yeah
shawty f*ckin’ on me, yeah she love me, yeah
i’m cash carti, yeah, i need a barbie, yeah
hoes be starving 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, that sh*t [?], hold up
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 afraid
’cause a n*gga keep a ‘k

money everywhere
b*tches everywhere
these b*tches do not care
b*tches everywhere
hold up p*ssy n*gga
you want smoke, we smoke you (we smoke, we smoke, hol’ up, big truck, big truck)
i’m a slime, i’m a k!ller
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, 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 wit them n*ggas 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, lil b*tch
(uh, yeah)
numbers don’t lie, lil b*tch
got a b*tch right now, she getting high wit me
got a b*tch hiding in the crib, yeah
im with slime we slugging
me and my n*gga we thuggin’
imma f*ck this hoe shawty wanna be mine
i can’t f*ck these hoes forever
i gotta get this money i’m too clever

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