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45 horses - young carter lyrics

[chorus]
(oooo, ooo)
i just been*
rocking out these shows, buying raver clothes
the rockstar lifestyle i chose, it’s just the way to go
and i got popstar model hoes, poppin’ titties yo
shawty off the molly, takin off her clothes, she gettin’ litty yo
in the bar [?] papers what i roll, i’ll match [?]
straight exotic gas, punch so hard, ion’ need no grabber in this booth
got like 45 horses in this motherf*ckin’ roof
and i think i can buy like forty*five porsches, just spent’ yo whole house on my fit

[verse]
i said you would’ve thought i was devil worshipping
they way i slept in this rick every day
my boy pour wockhardt he sippin’
his litter just be getting littered likе every day
like f*ck that sh*t wе dipping
me and the gang got a slide, catch and a play
like f*ck that sh*t you eating
i should’ve just left you outside, don’t take off my plate
that sh*t wasn’t even no food reference
you should’ve just used your brain and think
and i know some n*ggas that shoot peasants
for looking at them the wrong way
[?]
i just say i smoke this weed so much i barely can’t even think
shawty like gettin’ [?]
i know it’s my bad that i lie, but i can’t help the sh*t
i got too many phones, too many (shhh), and this money just keep on hittin’
i tote a [?]
don’t even know why you n*ggas think you can test me
i pull up and shoot up the sh*t
p*ssy boy tried to call me a b*tch and i grabbed it and he ran like a b*tch
so ya’ll see, who the real female dog, yeah that boy a b*tch
yeah the gang we ball and shoot 3 pointers, dog, yvl in this sh*t
if you wit’ the gang, better yell that sh*t, yvl 005 b*tch
if you wit’ the gang, better yell that sh*t, yvl 005 b*tch
and we tote big ahh’ f*cking sticks, yes indeed i’ll take yo’ b*tch
and i peep [?] big, make these n*ggas pay a fee taking a fl!ck
better not stare at me when i put on my mask
glock 45 carry in my crossbody bag
you just look at my b*tch, she super bad
just look at your fit, eugh
[chorus]
(oooo, ooo)
i just been*
rocking out these shows, buying raver clothes
the rockstar lifestyle i chose, it’s just the way to go
and i got popstar model hoes, poppin’ titties yo
shawty off the molly, takin off her clothes, she gettin’ litty yo
in the bar [?] papers what i roll, i’ll match [?]
straight exotic gas, punch so hard, ion’ need no grabber in this booth
got like 45 horses in this motherf*ckin’ roof
and i think i can buy like forty*five porsches, just spent’ yo whole house on my fit

[verse]
i said you would’ve thought i was devil worshipping
they way i slept in this rick every day
my boy pour wockhardt he sippin’
his litter just be getting littered like every day
like f*ck that sh*t we dipping
me and the gang got a slide, catch and a play
like f*ck that sh*t you eating
i should’ve just left you outside, don’t take off my plate
that sh*t wasn’t even no food reference
you should’ve just used your brain and think

- young carter lyrics

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