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playboi carti - club pink lyrics

[intro: playboi carti]
d-mn, d-mn, d-mn
carti, carti
let it rain
p rain

[verse 1: playboi carti]
grip the .44 mag (uh)
44 n-gg-s at the door, hold the gats (hold the gats)
are your old (are you old)? where the cash?
b-tch, splash (uh)
straight mob on your -ss
body bags, zombie flesh
yeah i’m sippin’, f-ck the rest
grab the forty, call for the homie, pour for the homie, yeah
i blowtorch to heaven, do you smell that loud fragrance
oh god (oh god), we don’t talk a lot, unless i’m on that pot
but yeah, we cool (b-tch)
swimming pool (b-tch)
chilling with the guys, she call me ali
weed just took (uh huh), girl you ain’t styling
black is the best (yeah), on the gram
i ain’t texting me, on your chest, i take your last breath
b-tch, like i stunt, i grind
nose grind, i’m high off fund
third degree fine, plus red nose b-tch
throw off the vine, yeah
yo, tell me how it feel
when the c-ke staring at your mind
she still vaping here, hit it from behind
i don’t head and shoulders, fake colder
sports car, but i drive slower
glance at the refugee like who the f-ck is shooting
f-ck the shoe, n-gg- f-ck your crew

[chorus: playboi carti]
b-tch bad (b-tch), she don’t drink (she don’t)
she just sucked the pack (she just sucked the pack)
got me brain, got me brain
b-tch bad (b-tch), she don’t drink (she don’t)
she just sucked the pack (she just sucked the)
got me brain, got me brain
b-tch bad (b-tch), she don’t drink (she don’t)
she just sucked the pack (she just sucked the pack)
got me brain, got me brain
b-tch bad (b-tch), she don’t drink (she don’t)
she just sucked the pack (she just sucked the)
got me brain, got me brain

[verse 2: nessly]
got n-gg-s on go ’cause they have to, have to
shoot, for the right price, they’d be glad to
have you heard what you prefer
don’t talk what you walk, n-gg- work
sipping on light pink, i think much different
make a grown man evolve to an infant
guns involved, our coverage goes different
your body get found, no revision
don’t judge me off of what you see in the alb-m
right tight, see when i shower
on the herb, i’m an owl
b-tch i’m a g, not a word with a vowel
holy sh-t, rollie my wrist
holding her hand, she holding my d-ck
giving me gas, still treat her like sh-t
feed her the needle, b-tch i’m a pr-ck
sitting back, holding my n-gg-s on the f-ck sh-t
just smoking on that loud, that’s very disruptive
in the clouds at every function
gold on my ear, blowing down on an onion
just me and my n-gg-s, we team real
middle finger how you feel
just an insomniac
get my name in cardiac

- playboi carti lyrics

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