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Playboi Carti - Slay3r lyrics

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Slay3r by Playboi Carti


[Verse 1]
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What?)
Everywhere I go, I get paper (What? Slatt, slatt)
I’m a rockstar, I could’ve joined Slayer (Rockstar, rockstar, rockstar)
Got the drum in the car, that b**ch a slayer (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Get put in a box for f**kin’ with a player (What? Yeah, yeah)
AR in the box and it came with a laser (What? Yeah)
I go cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I f**k on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur (Yeah)
I go ball on that b**ch, yeah, just like a Blazer (What? Yeah)
Can’t start with thе b**ch, I link another one later (What?)
[Pre-Chorus]
I gotta gеt it together (You dig?)
I’m livin’ my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
What? What?
Whole lotta mob sh*t
What? Let’s go, let’s go
Whole lotta mob sh*t
What? Let’s go, let’s go
Whole lotta mob sh*t
Whole lotta mob sh*t
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?)
[Verse 2]
I got these b**ches goin’ crazy (Yeah)
I got these b**ches goin’ crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it’s the latest
Sellin’ cocaine just like the ’80s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin’ my dick, I was on the PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a Demon, I took off, I’m racin’
I ride in a Demon, I feel like I’m Satan (Woo, woo)
I’m f**kin’ these b**ches, I’m f**kin’ these b**ches
I gave her some money to put in her savings (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Slatt, woo)
This nigga tried me and I left him hazy (Yeah, yeah)
I f**ked on this b**ch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
[Pre-Chorus]
I gotta get it together (You dig?)
I’m livin’ my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (What?)
Slide through the hood, yeah (What?)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What?)
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? Yeah)
What? What? (What?)
Whole lotta mob sh*t (Woo, woo)
What? Let’s go, let’s go
Whole lotta mob sh*t
What? Let’s go, let’s go
Whole lotta mob sh*t
Whole lotta mob sh*t
Whole lotta mob (What?), whole lotta mob sh*t (What? What? What?)



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