lirik lagu playboi carti - double cup & bugs bunny
(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
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