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​arpsweatpants - carousel lyrics

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yeah, yeah
go, go
uhh, 9600
yeah
yeah, go
arp, uhh (the biggest!)

[chorus]
my arp hold 223’s i make em eat this [?]
i bring that monster out my closet, h+ll no i ain’t found my sulley
i got red tips on my bullets, he want smoke c+ck back and pull it
and i’m riding with some sh+t that turn yo afro to a mullet

got a .50 cal pistol, bet that sh+t knock down a plane
we got prescriptions for this sh+t, we got that quagen not no [?]
know i make bread off the weight, [?]
drag my nuts on them and they just whine i can’t complain

my b+tches sip wine and i sip drank, might go hit the bank
feds came by my bag said what’s that stank? i start drawin blank
i stopped cookin fentanyl cause it stank, d+mn near made mе faint
i stopped givin trust cause peoplе fake and i can’t f+ck with snakes (uhh)

we send shots up out that window
i got 2 glocks on my side think [?] called that sh+t a kimbo
and my hoe gotta be smart i can’t be f+ckin with no bimbo
bring that ar out and watch how quick them p+ssies hit the limbo
yeah
watch how quick we carousel
know he talkin but he sweeter than some caramel
at the pharmacy for percocet not seroquel
off 2 percocets, i’m flyin like a parasail

bro like dude perfect, shoot that shot he crazy with that aim
feds get behind us, get caught up i’m [?] all the blame
catch a hat then i’m gon’ disappear, i feel like david blaine
and i’m too smart with it, i bought a gun before i bought a chain

my gun got jaxson hayes in it, plus 4
i use that gun don’t play with it, i’m at yo door
and you know i gotta stay with it and swing that door (swing the door!)
yo b+tch p+ssy i play with it cause you a dork (cause you a dork!)

my gun got austin reaves in it
she keep calling other guys, i think she know that she finished
she open up her mouth, i pee in it
and i shoot that fishbowl so many d+mn times i see in it

[chorus]
my arp hold 223’s i make em eat this [?]
i bring that monster out my closet, h+ll no i ain’t found my sulley
i got red tips on my bullets, he want smoke c+ck back and pull it
and i’m riding with some sh+t that turn yo afro to a mullet
got a .50 cal pistol, bet that sh+t knock down a plane
we got prescriptions for this sh+t, we got that quagen not no [?]
know i make bread off the weight, [?]
drag my nuts on them and they just whine i can’t complain (i can’t complain, yeah)

(the biggest!)



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