Playboi Carti - SOUTH ATLANTA BABY (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Playboi Carti - SOUTH ATLANTA BABY (en) Lyrics
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Carti, I ain't gon' lie, my nigga
This music right here put you
in a whole 'nother category
That's right, we can create
our own genre
From now on, don't box
us in any category
Yeah, Draco sitting out
the car, let's go
(Southside Atlanta baby) I told
Swamp go and get him some more
Belt to ass, get way out the door, uh
I'm a crack baby, ho, I was raised off
dope (Yeah, was raised off dope)
Semis and autos came with a scope
Ooh, jumped out the pothole,
add up the score
Ooh, catch a body, get it tatted
on your throat (Yeah, yeah)
Everybody with me got two double-0's
I'm a Southside baby, I'm
out of control (Yeah)
I'm a Southside baby, got ice in my
nose (Southside Atlanta baby)
None of the opps rest, we
catch 'em on text and hit
'em in the chest (Huh)
I'm treatin' this ho like a
pest, she look like a dog,
tell the ho fetch, ha
Talkin' to all my hoes, she
talkin' 'bout tattin' my
name on her wrist, huh
I been bustin' on this opp
ho, she live in the 6, I
know it's a risk (Risk)
Niggas be poppin' that internet,
catch 'em in live
and take off his licks
I ain't never, ever felt bad for takin'
off heads and poppin' my shit (Poppin'
my shit, poppin' my shit)
I'll poke a nigga up like we in Rice,
okay, Carti off the shits
Uh, smoke me a cig', hol' up, we
back to the blicks (Hol' up)
All that rah-rah, pop you in your lips,
get hit up with the blue tip
Outside with the Fefe, we
got us a eater, gon' fuck
on the clique (A eater)
Outside G-Shock, we got some re-rock,
hol' up, what you tryna get?
All of my cars got BBLs, gotta keep
the wide body kit (Yes, sir)
We heard about y'all pussy-
ass niggas, y'all tellin',
we ain't tryna see shit
The K on me is a felon, I'm aimin'
at everybody jealous
These pussy-ass niggas so
soft, how the fuck you gon'
rat on your cousin?
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