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abs-trap (lil fefe) - playboi carti lyrics

[intro]
yea, yea, yea, yea, yeah!
ooh!
yeah, oh!

[chorus]
hopped out the muhf+ckin’ rari (skrrt!)
i just had to hide it in my sock like playboi carti (sheesh!)
xannies, xannies galore, yeah (my baby)
i don’t take that sh+t, i swear it just be makin’ me nauseous
‘for i get an op i’ma get his daughter in the moshpit
kick her out the house
ain’t even gon’ stay until the mornin’ (yea, oh)
ashes to ashes, gunpowder in my roses (g+ch+ch+ch)
made a milli walk made it talk, my real life aston martin (skrrt!)

[verse 1]
‘for i get a cop i cop a rollie
cost as much as the empire statе (ca+cha+cha+ching)
top floor surf and turf, my burgendorf wallet got no sp+ce
walk with a limp, now my lеg got breaked
i’ma ride full tank, all gas no brake
ride around screamin’ slatt, ain’t no snake (slatt!)
i don’t sip champagne, i just sip rose
i keep me some class like a rockefeller (yah)
i just spent ten racks on some paco robanne (ooh!)
i keep me a clip, ain’t no vsgo girl (what?)
but i’m down for a lift to the endzone (sheesh!)
if you mess with me dawg i don’t need to respond
i’m stayin’ at the four seasons abroad
you got no drip, need a piece of my sauce
i pay myself ’cause i am my own boss (yuh!)
[chorus]
hopped out the muhf+ckin’ rari (skrrt!)
i just had to hide it in my sock like playboi carti (sheesh!)
xannies, xannies galore, yeah (my baby)
i don’t take that sh+t, i swear it just be makin’ me nauseous
‘for i get an op i’ma get his daughter in the moshpit
kick her out the house
ain’t even gon’ stay until the mornin’ (yea, oh)
ashes to ashes, gunpowder in my roses (g+ch+ch+ch)
made a milli walk made it talk, my real life aston martin (yeah)

[verse 2]
i don’t get no breaks, my life a full+time (full+time)
know i got some pretty+itty babies on my futon (on my futon)
you know you ain’t tough
but dawg i’m harder than a cruton (than a cruton)
i won’t let her in the house
if she got some shoes on (got some shoes on)
no louboutins
my crew gone
did a backflip out the top floor window (yeah, what?)
i don’t drive, i smoke and drink in the backseat of the benzo
she don’t get no royalties, she put me in the friendzone
my jacket be giorgio, my pants ain’t guess they kenzo

- abs trap lil fefe lyrics

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