Bebe Rexha – No Broken Hearts (feat. Nicki Minaj) lyrics

Lewinsky’s
Wrist freeze yep my wrist on pink skis
Ring finger be shitting on my pinky’s
Make em mad, aww man I got them hating bad
Blood clot money green like Jamaican flags
[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight [Intro: Bebe Rexha + Nicki Minaj]
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
(This is a star studded collaboration)
Oh baby, oh baby I know that you’ve been hurting
I’m Nicki Minaj, that’s Bebe, let’s go
[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
[Verse 1: Bebe Rexha]
We going straight to Miami
Hop on a plane don’t need no plans
Shining so hard like a Grammy
Forget all the players what they did
We gonna be buying the drinks, we gonna be buying the drinks
Line up the bottles, line up the models, we gonna forget everything
[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel a thing, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing
[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
[Verse 2: Bebe Rexha]
We gonna do it real biggie
Sky is the limit in this town
We taking over the city
We too high to bring us down
We gonna do what we do, we gonna do what we do
Three in the morning, four in the morning, meet you for eggs in the morning
[Pre-Hook: Bebe Rexha]
Oh ain’t nobody going home, you know what you came for
To dance off the pain, don’t feel the shame, just feel the champagne
If you’re feeling lonely, baby let me hear you sing
[Hook: Bebe Rexha]
No broken hearts in the club, no tears in the club
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
We only got one life, so let’s go hard till the day we die
No broken hearts in the club, more drinks pour it up
Cause we gon get it poppin’ tonight
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Ay yo Bebe, anybody hatin’ need a pee pee
Sip a little Myx, pop pills till I’m sleepy
I’m the one that bust it open out in Waikiki
Pull up in the Ghost, I’m creepy
They don’t want beef, we proved it
Niggas better keep it on wax like a Q-tip
Keep his dick wetter than the cruise ship
Flower than a tulip, flyer than your new bitch
I do’s it, yup I’m up two zip
Girls is my sons, I’m giving them milf teas
They be sweatin’ me, headbands and gym tees
Like bad knees on Dirk Nowitzki’s, it is going down like M.

Warbringer – Living In A Whirlwind lyrics

Must escape
Ridden with the stress that YOU CAN’T TAKE
Must escape
Not time to turn back, far too late
Can’t escape
Everything around you, ceased to make sense
Waiting until your time will come.. Spiraling out of control! Living in a whirlwind! In the eye of the storm
Disconnected, from the world you were born
Cheating death, just to get your fix
Cannot survive, its the end of the line
They look you in the eye and all they see is an empty stare
Living like a rat, you choke on your own despair
Still you’re sinking lower, each day more desperate
You hide below the surface, waiting for the end
ESCAPE! To pass
Look into the mirror at what used to be your face
A ghastly visage you don’t recognize, gone without a trace
[?]
WHIRLWIND! [x5]

Maroon 5 – Wait lyrics

‘Cause I wanna be with you
[Verse 2]
Can we talk for a moment? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, could you come here please? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? Just wait, can you come here please? Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you Just wait, can you come here please? ‘Cause I wanna be with you
[Bridge]
You say I’m just another bad guy
You say I’ve done a lot of things I can’t undo
Before you tell me for the last time, yeah
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’ you
[Chorus]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, could you come here please? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? [Verse 1]
Dirty looks from your mother
Never seen you in a dress that color, no
It’s a special occasion
Not invited, but I’m glad I made it, oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Let me apologize
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m beggin’ you
[Chorus]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, can we work this out, can we work this out? Got these feelings that I’m tired of holdin’ on
Wasn’t tryna get wasted
I needed more than three or four to say this, oh
[Pre-Chorus]
Let me apologize, yeah
I’ll make up, make up, make up, make up for all those times (all those times)
Your love, I don’t wanna lose
I’m beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, beggin’, I’m begging you
[Chorus]
Wait, can you turn around, can you turn around? Just wait, could you come here please?

Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – I Don’t Die lyrics

Yeah, I’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me
I don’t want to hear no sorrys, bitch, fuck your apology
I know, I know that you been envy, damn, it ain’t that hard to see
I don’t wanna get to know you, no please, don’t say hi to me
Ain’t no choice to me but loyalty still means alot to me
Some niggas’ll gon’ chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that’s all right (buck, buck) I don’t die
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
That’s why a nigga ride ’round with a weapon
Better that than me lyin’ on a stretcher
Gunshot (pow, pow, pow!) applyin’ all the pressure
Potato on the chopper, shootin’ through the pillow, blood on the feathers
Rollin’ dice with ya life, all I do is roll 7s (woo)
Eagle on my lap when I walk with the devil
Hit a bitch from the back like I don’t know better
Man, I swear to God you better talk to the reverend
Yeah I’m on a weed high, dehydrated
Her booty fuckin’ skin-tight, Levi made it (yeah, yeah)
Yee-haw, yee-haw, put her in a stable
Keep my cards in my pocket, never put ’em on the table (woo)
Leave her bra on the floor, put my dick up on her naval
Do what I say, don’t give me no ultimatum
Ride around or die, get your life taken
Shit, already went half on a baby (buck, buck, buck, buck)
All these broke bitch ass niggas
Tryna tell a real nigga how to really fuckin’ get a bag (woo)
How you fuckin’ 25 with your first car? I’ve been doin’ this
Since I was a kid and my grandma used to ask me where my head at
Always in trouble, ’cause I was never learnin’ nothin’
Except how to muscle my way into the game with no setbacks
All that’s been sleepin’ on me, fuck it, where the bed at? [Intro: Joyner Lucas]
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo! I got 10, that’s why them niggas mad (hey)
Why you wanna hate on progress? ‘Cause I’ve been strugglin’, tryna be on top of them other niggas
Blind for me, but fuck it, doesn’t mean nothin’
If their music ain’t really cuttin’ it they can hit the g-g-gutter
One day y’all gon see me (see me) I make shy look freaky (freaky)
I make dry look greasy (woo) I make hard look easy (easy)
I remember way back when my momma took my TV, hoe
Now I’m all on TV, hoe (woo)
[Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Mind yo motherfuckin’ bid’ness, ain’t nothin’ you gotta see
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me? [Pre-Chorus: Joyner Lucas]
Mind your motherfuckin’ bid’ness, ain’t nothin’ you gotta see
How you all up in my shit when you got more problems than me? (Buck, buck)
I’ma do it by the book so run that (hey)
Take ya bitch, then I ride into sunset (hey)
Layin’ on the Westside, hit Sunset (hey)
Backwoods, you can find me where the skunk at (hey)
Bullet with ya name on it if you want that
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that’s all right (buck, buck) I don’t die (Jheeze)
Nigga, why you wanna eat off my check? (Woo)
Why you wanna keep me in the projects? (Hey)
That’s some weird ass shit, you suspect (hey)
That’s a weird ass bitch, don’t trust that (woo)
Shut the hell up, a nigga ain’t done yet (hey)
All these shots, are you niggas havin’ fun yet? Yeah, I’m cool but you don’t wanna see that other side of me
And my niggas mobbin’ deep, hoe, I’m a fuckin’ prodigy
I know, I know that you been envy, bitch, it ain’t that hard to see
Don’t you dare go fix your mouth to tell me that you proud of me
Ain’t no choice to me but loyalty still means a lot to me
Some niggas’ll gon’ chop my arm right off and still reach out to me
I know you probably want that
[Chorus: Chris Brown, Joyner Lucas & Both]
You want that ambulance to pick me up and take me on that ride, yeah
Hoping that they don’t revive a nigga and bring me back to life
And you shot me down, shot me down, shot me down, shot me down
Shot me down, that’s all right (buck, buck) I don’t die
[Verse 1: Joyner Lucas]
B-b-bad to the bone
Everybody wanna be so motherfuckin’ bad ’til they ass be alone
Now you back in the cold
And I’m laughin’ at every single fact that they don’t want me on half of these songs
It was that from the go, just a bunch of little spoilt fuckin’ bastards
Every single one ’em would laugh at my joke
Niggas pass the Patrón
I think I’ma go and drink it until I pass out in the back of the Rover
Ménage on my mind (ayy) I’ve been on my grind (woo)
Been through so much, sometimes think that God ain’t on my side (yeah)
I cut all my friends off then say y’all ain’t on my vibe
And it’s so much more to life than drinkin’, party all the time, woah
This gon’ last a lifetime (lifetime) no more Mister Nice Guy (Nice Guy)
I text Jaden Smith and told that nigga he a icon (icon)
Don’t get shit fucked up just cause I ain’t got no ice on
Don’t mean I am not Sub-Zero, I should freeze you hoes at night time
I’m like, where the hell you been at?

Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown – Stranger Things lyrics

Bitch, I’m alright (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business, I’m so sick of niggas
Tellin’ me how I been livin’ my life (Joyner)
Sick of bumpin’ shoulders now I’m runnin’ over
Every motherfucker who ain’t wanna get in my ride
I was watchin’, you was shoppin’
Ain’t never had the shit in my size
Now I’m poppin’, I’m poppin’
And your bitch keep hittin’ my line
It’s complicated, fuckin’ up with my main bitch
Givin’ it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin’ my face in it, never wastin’ it
I’ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And I’ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don’t keep my cape on a hoodie
But I keep a Uzi, it’s a doozie, make a movie if you’re actin’
So (celebrate) What you utter? Say no more
Turn your fuckin’ block into a light show (Joyner)
You better be sure, better be sure
I’m the realest nigga that I know
And I’m so bored, I might switch cars
I saved a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
The neighbors knockin’ on my door, what the fuck you want? [Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Bottles in a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom, hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch, better believe that I’m a sniper (yeah)
You know I’m ’bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper at artificial niggas actin’ like bitches
It done started up a epidemic
They don’t make a difference, nigga we winnin’, I’m plenty grinnin’
Hunnid million platinum, fuck it, you ain’t gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me
Feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick, honestly
I’m dope, bitch, comin’ like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don’t like when I lose (I don’t)
If I don’t buy her them shoes, I don’t like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to
Think I’m gon’ dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Verse 2: Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown]
While I’m drivin’, I’m moonwalkin’ in the sky with some shooters
We jump inside of the Buick, you duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic in the guitar with the music
Guess I’m alive and I use it, get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie, but the truth is I’m fuckin’ tired of these losers
And all my life want the food when it’s supper time and the juice
But I’d rather die than to lose, it’s a matter of time ‘fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement-t-t-t-t-t
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Ho, you know I’m drippin’ with the sauce, ooh
Pretty, with a face full of scars
All they did was build me up, try to take me apart
They ain’t ever wanna (celebrate) like you have a label
Call the doctor, heard the chopper make ’em do the Macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy, chocolate chip and Now and Later
Jolly Rancher, Snickers, bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I’ma (celebrate) on the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I’m hotter than a fuckin’ sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don’t do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch I’m a professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can’t give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil’ niggas tried grabbin’ me (grabbin’ me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don’t wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make ’em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her out to Applebee’s (Applebee’s)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Verse 3: Chris Brown & Joyner Lucas]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin’, why you mumblin’? Let me double it
Lime green ‘rari, two twins, call ’em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids, I’m in trouble then
Shut up ‘fore I spank you for actin’ up
Now I’m wakin’ up in cabanas, ’cause you bad as fuck
And all gorillas don’t want bananas ‘less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross Chris, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain’t no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don’t wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I’m takin’ a knee for my side, could give a fuck ’bout they owners
Nigga look at my eyes, you ’bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin’ record, that’s a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And e’ry motherfuckin’ snitch up in this bitch, they report it (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can’t even afford it
Seventy-five mil’, look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can’t keep their feet down (elevate)
You don’t really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit talkin’, put the seat down
Joyner, I don’t really feel these niggas
Hol’ up, I ain’t gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I’m finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
I’ma show these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I’m the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don’t want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Ho, you actin’ like a pig, you fuckin’ filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said, “I’m guilty”
I said, “Da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga”
[Verse 4: Joyner Lucas, Chris Brown & Both]
They must have forgot that I’m psycho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Stop stutterin’, what you spend?

Playboi Carti – Shawty In Love lyrics

(I’m tired)
I do want to go but I can’t
(I’m tired)
I wanna go
Carti I wanna go to Pluto
Carti I wanna go to Pluto
Check it out
808
Yea, check it out
(know what I’m sayin’)
29
(I just…)
[Hook]
Shawty in love with the beat
Shawty in love with the beat
Shawty in love with the beat
Shawty in love with the beat

[Verse]
I’m in the car, I got the bass
Shawty wanna hear the lil beat
I got that bitch, out in the place, shawty just wanna get beat
I got that bitch, all on my plate, shawty just wanna get beat
Fucking that bitch, back of the Wraith
Fucking that bitch in the seat
In the back of the Wraith
Back of the Wraith
Yeah, she handle the meat
In the back of the Wraith
Back of the Wraith
Yeah, she handle the meat
I got a crib with a gate, yuh, yeah my grass is green, yuh
My car is clean, my car extreme
I got green, It’s hot as it seems, hot as it seems
This nigga done shot up a nigga
Done shot up a nigga for days
All of my niggas rock Margiela, all of my niggas appraised
Walk in that bitch, we just walking inside
We tryna see what’s inside
We tryna see if it’s right
We tryna see what’s the price
Repping that motherfuckin’ Slat
Free my lil nig, get sliced
You try, they will get you dead
Lil boy you selling the Sprite
Lil boy you betta get right
Lil boy, you betta get tight
I hit, you spending the night
Put the lil bitch on the flight
I got the Xans, I got the bands
I put that bitch in the Sprite
I got the dope, I got the dope
I got the shit make you bite
Bando hoe, no light
Bando hoe, get piped
Bando, hoe get right
Bangin’ the hoe, gettin’ right
Bangin’ the hoe, gettin’ right
All of my jeans they tight, all of my jeans they tight
All of my jeans they tight, all of my jeans they tight
All of my niggas they tight
All of my niggas, they tight
Shooting that boy on the sight
Fuck you lil boy, we ain’t tight
Fuck you lil nigga, we ain’t tight
Pussy ass nigga ain’t tight
Look at that nigga, ain’t tight
Pussy ass nigga ain’t tight
Look at that boy ain’t tight
Look at that kid, ain’t tight
Lil nigga ain’t tight
Lil nigga ain’t tight
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ pills
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ seals
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ that bih in the head
Shawty in love with a geek
I give your hoe a lil deal
[Hook]
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ pills
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ them motherfuckin’ seals
Shawty in love with the geek
Poppin’ that bih in the head
Shawty in love with a geek
I give your hoe a lil deal, she don’t know nothin’ ’bout me [Intro]
What are you talking about?

Playboi Carti – Choppa Won’t Miss A Nigga (feat. Young Thug) lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Yeah! We ain’t wasting no time
(Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drum killin’ everybody
100 round drum killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
She hop on the dick and she split
Hop on my dick like a bitch
Suck on my dick like a tick
You a copier, Yeah you like to copy shit
You ain’t even on the style till young Carti popped the shit
I got hella hoes (woah), On some papi shit
Need to pop a bitch
Need a solid bitch, harder than a brick
Choppers on the counter, Pints all in the fridge
[Hook: Playboi Carti]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
Out there running with my gun
Young nigga shoot for fun
Put some money on your head, I sell yo ass for 10
I got ice to match the ice, ice to match the fit
I got bitches on top of bitches, and all my bitches 10s
[?] They gon’ milly rock, just hide it in my sock
I got bitches in the lot, pouring up the pop
[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (grrrah, Jeffrey!)
[Verse 3: Young Thug]
30 round drum in the jean jacket
That makin’ mean my jean kinda baggy
I never go for a chain snatch
I done been done had the same jewerly
Three-twenty all on the dash
A Bentley truck is my G-Wagon
Me and the dawgs smokin’ nothin’ but nasty
Fuck the law and whoever ask it
Hit it, hit it, hit it all my bitches wit a dick so you know she eat
Cheated on my bitch, wit a bitch with bigger titties
[?] with a mothafuckin’ midget
Bank with my card, I go hard in every city
Stackin’ for the dawg, I got hoes in every city
That funny hoe, why that bitch say that [?]
[?]
I got diamonds in my face, a half a carat
[Hook: Playboi Carti and (Young Thug)]
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
Choppa won’t miss a nigga
100 round drone killin’ everybody (yeah)
100 round drone killin’ everybody
Choppa won’t miss a nigga (pew,pew,pew,pew,pew,pew!)

Playboi Carti – That Girl (Rocket) (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) lyrics

Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, hol’at chu
We gon’ the rob the bank, brain lose
We gon’ take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes
[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Stackin’, Rackin’, all of this and I’m packin’
My life it is like a movie minus all the actin’
Jacket, jack it, yeah it’s made of rabbit
Diamonds on my neck and wrist they compliment that karats
You ain’t nuthin’ but a mockingbird, boy you a parrot! Meet me in the ally with the troops
I got red shooters, I got blue
Let that thing down then point at you
Bentley or a Rari, hol’at chu
We gon the rob the bank, brain lose
We gon take the boy back to school
Money on the floor just like some shoes We could share it
Might buy her diamonds and pearls, but can’t marry
She, said my D-Bomb like a terrorist
He, thinkin’ he on but man, that’s barely
We, rock all white ice look like dairy
Kids, my red hellcat it sound scary
Please, you talk shit and you get buried
See, ain’t no fuck nigga around me
I said free my dogs from the county
Yeah, the ones on the run from the bounty
Yeah, diamonds they so wet, need some bounty
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do? [Intro]
Yeah
That be Maaly Raw
Now, now is my time
Now is my time
That be Maaly Raw
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Everybody rock with me because I’m up now
Took your girl and I’ma score, like I made the touch-down
Swervin’ and the Lambo doors go up, not on the bus now
Used to want a G-Shock, now I’m walking with a bust down
Pull up and I’m flooding with an iced out watch
Whip it look like butter baby, pecan drop
Pick and drop, put that phone, handsome drop
Stack my knots, count a lot, saw a lot
Got them rocks, Diamond rocks, whip the pot
Suicide, 1600, that’s the block
Hit your girl that’s check free
She ain´t used to text me
Now she won’t caress me
She keep tryna neck me
I got’ tell my bestie, someone call my bestie
Think I found my bestie, link up make the check bleed
You know that I’m smoking dope, I’ll be high til’ next week
Know I had to let her go, cause she can’t arrest me
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
Woke up with my toolie, what it do? Oops, yeah my bad, that’s your girl?