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playboi carti - damn shame lyrics

[intro: playboi carti]
i’m in this hoe with cinco countin’ c notes
i’m in this hoe with cinco countin’ c notes
i’m in this hoe with cinco countin’ c notes
this feelin’ like a story that been wrote before
pourin’ up fours countin’ c notes
i’m in this hoe with cinco countin’ c notes
i’m feelin’ like this been wrote before

[verse 1: playboi carti]
forgiatos on my coupe spin
everything steel, everything steel
yeah
and i’m down for real
got some b-tches ’round me, baby girl they down for real
got some niggas ’round me, baby girl they down to k!ll
all these b-tches ’round me tryna fuck, thats fuckin’ real
oh, oh and i keep it real
2900 flat niggas keep it real
rockin’ robin, trues for real robin, trues for real
all my niggas out here steal, all my niggas peel
b-tches callin’ up my phone sayin’ i’ma fake nigga
i just got some cake nigga, with cake mix
in l.a. on vacay nigga
balenciaga, i don’t fake nigga
goyard on my waist, no cake mix
shoot him in his face nigga

[hook: johnny cinco]
all these niggas change when the money came
promised i wouldn’t change when the money came
all these b-tches wanna hang when the money came
a fuck nigga came around when the money came
in that brand new maserati steady switchin’ lanes
and that tech comin’ 200 that all on my chain
came a long way from the trap, the money ain’t the same

[verse 2: johnny cinco]
oh, oh, oh
i ain’t ever change
hunnid thousand on a niggas chain
with the same bad b-tches said that she ain’t changed
real nigga i’m with carti, and my la famil’
and that benz on me 200, i ain’t hard to feel
they front row at every show nigga you don’t know how that feel
drive a foreign, drop a four, nigga you gon’ see how it sip
real trap nigga, pocket full of dubs
young real nigga made myself a plug
flexin’ on ’em b-tch and flexin’ on ’em nigga
hundreds on these b-tches, hundreds on these niggas
fuckin’ up a set, fuckin’ up a set
right back to the trap, right back to the trap
foreign with the hunda’s might make me relax
fuck around with ’em hundreds, bad b-tch in the back
froze, froze, all these diamonds froze
yeah they all froze, i might go rogue
i did it for my hoe, all my hoes froze
fuck her friend slow
all my hoes wit’ it, all my hoes fitted
lenses gold tinted (carti)
thats that i can’t hang, thats that i got change
went and bought another chain

- playboi carti lyrics

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