Playboi Carti - Every Since lyrics

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Playboi Carti - Every Since lyrics

[Verse 1: UnoTheActivist] You say you gettin' money and guap She tell me that she love me (She don't love me) You know all my b**hes love me (Don't you know) And all my n***as on that f** sh** (On that f** sh**) Fauni got the Glock (Fauni got a Glock) Carti got the Glock (Carti got a Glock) I can't even cool it on my block f** 12 and f** all of the ops Help me Lord, I need help, I can't even help myself I know she don't want me That b**h only want my wealth (Only want my wealth) All this Gucci, all this Louis, all that Dolce on my belt I'm the golden ticket b**h, I feel like Johnny Depp Now this b**h on her knees She on molly water leanin' She don't speak no English Only Thai and Portuguese In the trap house doing numbers Bando feel like Japanese n***a challenge me I'mma spray just like Febreze I done spent too much at Gucci I done spent too much at Fendi I just thank the lord that the plug was f**ing with me I'm a real Atlanta n***a posted up and [?] Realin' like the plug The pipes go for the 50 [Hook: Playboi Carti] Ever since you left my side (29) I keep my nine on my side, yeah yeah yeah It's some n***as out here that wanna see me dead b**h I'm pouring for you I'm the bakers man b**h I'm moving pies Say he moving weight (Nah) Boy he telling lies Why should I lie about this money (Why should I lie about this money) Why should I lie about this money [Verse 2: Thouxanband Fauni] I'm well connected if you need a snow deal You could be a street n***a or you can be some roadk** Thouxanband capsules Boy you know we about them big deals And I need a million just for a decent meal My main b**h keep on lurking And my sideb**h hardly working Like an ulcer it's gonna surface I ain't sh** but I got a purpose If trill mean that you [?] then I been trill But I never wore no Been Trill Like blue, like red, like white pills And I'm selling gas call me Hank Hill That's propane and a gold chain Chrome's on the rim when I road rage And I keep about 12 in a birdcage f** the trill wave I rep the real wave I know too many want to get paid If you talk too much, get your trap raid All these p**y a** n***as don't say And I'm a little old b**h but just don't hate [Hook: Playboi Carti] [Verse 3: Playboi Carti] She say Carti, she love me (Carti, I love you) Designer, I love it (Designer, I love you) A.P.C. jeans, yeah they stay stunting She crushing Coolin' with the plug I'm in the Mink, I got a snug Hoe don't wanna hug I just want some f**ing guns Hold up, for real Diamonds wet they drip for real I'm the sub like I'm ill In high school I flipped them pills Collecting in the field On a hundred [fishsticks] swag Jmoney Big boy blunting Trap house stay trapping [motor crossed on him] Can't kick it with no lame Getting top while I'm in the coupe Switching lanes b**h, skrt Slight work Young n***a Yeah I been bankin' Yeah, [?] 2900 yeah you know we with the sh**s Flipping bricks, got another brick [Hook: Playboi Carti]

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