Playboi Carti – Magnolia lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, and I shoot at opp (what)
And I’m on the block (what, what, what)
And I’m on the block (what)
In New York I Milly Rock (hello?) hide it in my sock (what)
Hide it in my sock (what) selling that rerock (what, what, what, what, what)

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Used to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps (Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
Shooting at the opps, cause I run they block
Gimme top (top) in my drop-top
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)
All these hoes gon’ flock (flock, flock) when I drop (drop, drop)

[Verse]
Woo, woo, woo, woo
Woo, woo, woo, woo
All these hoes want cash, all these hoes want bags
Fucking on yo’ bitch, uh, I’m her dad
All these niggas sound like cash (sound like cash)
I’m a soldier, damn, I thought I told you
Shootin’ like a soldier, like I’m from Magnolia
All these, niggas, always, fold
Big, bank, never, fold
Sippin, Act’, fill that shit slowly
Bitches, on me, say she like my clothing
I’m in London, Young Carti global
Designer is on me, call it dirty laundry
All these bitches want Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
Ay, Young Carti, Young Carti (what)
Young Carti, Young Carti (yeah)
All of your bitches they loose
All of your bitches they loose
All of my bitches they rich
And they stay rockin’ that Rick
What, what, huh, what, what, huh
Rich, rich, Cash Carti, bitch
Rich, bitch, got a rich clique
I’m suckin’ on the clit, she suckin’ on the dick
Give that hoe a tip, told her “Buy some kicks”
Then I brush my teeth, pop up in a whip
Glocky in the whip, glocky in the whip
And I’m cocky, fuckin’ on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can’t stop me
I’m riding in a Mazi, this ain’t even my Mazi
Oh, that’s not yo’ thottie, yo’ bitch look like a aunty
Walked in with Ashanti, damn, that look like Shanti
Damn, that look like Carti, I think dat be Young Carti
Heard he spent a hunnid on a fucking watch piece, that’s filthy

[Chorus]
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Running from an opp, then I shoot at opp
And I’m on the block
And I’m on the block
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Hide in my sock, selling that rerock
What, what, what, what, what
In New York I Milly Rock, hide it in my sock
Use to sell rerock, running from the cops
Shooting at the opps, you know what I’m sayin’?

[Outro]
Yo, Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga man!

Playboi Carti – Fo Sho Lyrics

[Verse]
I’ma unicorn in my city, pipin’ up (What)
Baby wanna fuck me ’cause she know I got hella bucks
Put that bih up on the bus, I told her get to buss
Got these hoes yeah, hoe fo sho
Hunnid a show and Ion’t even show
Baby wanna suck me yah, I got that pole
Baby wanna fuck me ’cause she know I’m gone
All these hoes fucking, yeah you know they fucking
All these hoes thotty, yeah you know they slutty
Southside nigga, keep that shit goin’
2900 got the pack blowin’
Bad bitch love me, fuck her in the morning
Hop up in the Rari, Young Carti moving
All my niggas shootin’, yeah nigga they scorin’
Fuckin’ on your bih, your bih too boring
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Bad bih like to suck the dick
Les go
Bad bih wanna suck the dick
Took a addy pill she done lost her shit
Put her on a jet she done lost her shit
I say boss out like chanel, i can’t worry bout bih
I like [?], where the lean i feel like hill b
Car i8, for the coupe
He gon pour that shit
Bih, bih i pour that bih
2900 red flaggin it
2900 with the gang with it
1600
1600
Yea we with the shit
Baby wanna suck me cause she know we lit
Im at interscope talkin bout i need some shit
Hunnit band
Hunnit band
Hunnit clique
Hunnid thousand ain’t shit, we ain’t worried bout shit
We ain’t worried bout shit
Pour the lean, pour the lean in the fucking lid
It got me lit
It got me lit
It got me fucking lit
These lame niggas they slow, man they got me bent
Im a real nigga (yuh)
Sitting in a tent
All my cars hit
All my broads hit
All my bad bitches love me cause im with the shits
And i love the clique, i lick it up i love the clique
Tatted on my neck, like a mexican
High school fresher than the freshman
Bad bih trying come and impress me
Cash cash cash cash yeah yeah

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Playboi Carti – In My Car Lyrics

[Hook]
In my car, yah, yah
Sipping on that Wock
Popping all these bars
Cooling with the stars
Coupe came with the star

[Verse 1]
Uh, Kurt Cobain shit, go out with a bang shit, uh
Still on gang shit
Same niggas I left with, yah
Leave you left quick, yah
On my left wrist, yah
That’s like two bricks, yah
On my right wrist, yah
That’s my right bitch, she hold the strap like dyke bitch
That’s my type bitch
Yeah, we do this shit all night bitch, yah
That’s our night bitch
Gleeshie just walked in with Percs and Xans so we pipe it
She wanna suck on my lil peepee ’cause she know Carti got right shit
I know these niggas out here peep me ’cause they see Young Carti copping shit, ooh
You a copier, yeah you like to copy shit
You wasn’t even on this style until Young Carti popped this shit, yeah
I got hella hoes, ooh, and they popping shit, yah
I got bopping hoes, ooh, on they popping shit, ooh
I need a solid hoe, ooh, harder than a brick
My bitch with no makeup kick
And she with the shit
She outta top me off and zip her lip, ooh
While I zip a brick
I got choppas on my momma couch, ooh
Pints all in the fridge, ooh
When I leave the crib, ooh
Go check on my kids, ooh
All these niggas my kids, ooh
I just fuck they bitch, ooh
All these niggas my kids, ooh
I just fuck they bitch, ooh
She hop in the dick and she split
Hop in the dick, hop in the bed, bed
Kids staying lit, lean thick
Throw it in the back, we lit
Throw it in the back, we lit
Thumb through the check, we lit, aye
I’m fucking this bitch, I flex, she split, ooh
I love this bitch, she do tricks, ooh
I told the bitch that she it, ooh
I told the bitch she the shit, ooh
All of my niggas, they hit
I give ’em the guap, he going to hit
He going to miss, hit ’em with kick, ooh
Kick the lil bih with the stick, ooh
He going out back to sip, ooh
I’m with the set like I’m Dip, ooh
Now with the set, I’m pimp, ooh
I swear I could be a lil pimp , ooh
I swear the need a lil pimp , ooh
Took the lil bih like a pit, ooh
VVS diamonds my neck, ooh
Don’t need no light to hit, ooh
I know I be cooling and shit, ooh
But all of these bitches I hit, ooh
And all of these niggas are bitch, ooh
All of these niggas are bitch

[Hook]
In my car, yah, yah
Sipping on that Wock
Popping all these bars
Cooling with the stars
Coupe came with the star
In my car
In my car
Coupe came with the star
My crew gave me some bars
In my car