Peezy - Playboi Carti (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Peezy - Playboi Carti (en) Lyrics
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This that Bal Harbour, top
down, red 'Rari shit
Pull up, shut the lot down,
shut down the party shit
Turn this on, everybody go
crazy, Playboi Carti shit
This that me and Wells Fargo's,
we got a partnership
This that me and Wells Fargo's,
we got a partnership, bitch
Hundred bucks in the Goyard, Tuesday
rockin' Chrome Heart
Puttin' on three sixty-five,
every day we go hard
Five karat stones in each of my ears,
it's hard to hear what they sayin'
AMG 63, Maybach V12, we
don't do no playin'
I know what's goin' down inside your
town when I put feet on land
Bad bitches gettin' they hair
done, the hustlers shuttin'
down traps again
Stackin' up work as soon as
the drought come, it's right
back to packs again
Ain't packin' no luggage, as
soon as the flight land,
we spendin' racks again
You know I'm the man, I make
the bad disappear, I ain't
even usin' my hands
Just pick up the phone, I got
some players who come up for
fifty, not two or three bags
Fuck on a model and fuck on
her friend, really that's the
only life I could live
Rockin' these diamonds, pushin'
these foreigns, fresh
as hell, sippin' on red
Rest of my life with chains
and whips, they say I'm a slave,
shit, I probably is
Comin' for twenty, I'll serve myself,
really dependin' on how far it is
Pull up to the spot, I'm in
and out, I'll be back home
before the party end
You never know what kinda
car I'm in, I seen it all
through the Carti' lens
This that me and Wells Fargo's
(Yeah), we got a partnership,
bitch (Toni)
Five star Michelin chef, watch
me cook (Cook, yeah)
Guess we 'bout to talk about
the gas, listen to the hook
How the plug used to give me ten, then
twenty through (Ten, twenty)
What I'm 'bout to tell you niggas,
I never said in interviews
(Never, uh, uh, uh)
Keep it P, legacy is all I'm ever
tryna be (Ever tryna be)
Niggastalkin' money, counters on repeat,
I got receipts (Got receipts)
Damn right, I gotta eat (Yeah), damn
right, I gotta geek (Yeah)
Damn right, every car in
my garage is on feet
Hold on, back to the plug
and the shit I wouldn't speak
(Hold on, hold on)
Had a suite downtown, gettin' forty
every week (Oh, alright)
Had a 40 in the club, spent
forty in Louis V (Toni)
Spent a forty on a bracelet just
to wear it when I'm sleep
Your whole style is N-A-
P, when I hear Z-Z-Z
You done spent your PPP, I'm
majorin' backwards, N-A-D
Thought they aggravated me, but
they activated me (Yeah)
You ain't seen no shit like
this, like seein' an alligator
pee, Toni (Toni)
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