
POP OUT Lyrics
von Playboi Carti
In 'POP OUT' präsentiert Playboi Carti ein Bild eines intensiven Lebensstils, der von Feiern, Luxus und einer gewissen G... weiterlesen
Schyeah
Ayy, Swamp
Swamp Izzo (haha)
Uh, I can′t come to your party, I might come just to hurt you (schyeah)
Ridin' in a new body, all of my hos are murderers (schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain′t scratch the surface (schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, schyeah (schyeah)
Pop, pop
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Schyeah
All black mag, yeah, all black bags, yeah
Break his face, yeah, get him dead, yeah
Fuck 'em all, yeah, tat' my face, yeah
Eat the pussy, yeah, say my grace, yeah
In that brand new Wraith, and it′s all red, yeah
All my bitches burnt, yeah, they half dead, yeah
Off a Perc, yeah, out my shirt, yeah
He′s a jerk, yeah, been a jerk
Model ho, yeah, she dick jerk, yeah
I'm a reject, but I′m still turnt, yeah
Push the fuckin' dash ′til I see dirt, yeah
I can't come to your party, I might go just to hurt ya (schyeah)
Ridin′ in a new body, all of my hos are murderers (schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Pop out (schyeah)
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Ayy, Swamp
What up, baby boy?
These fuck niggas ain't learned yet
I′m really in this motherfucker with this nigga right now
On my mama, haha
Pop out
Pop
Ayy, Swamp
Swamp Izzo (haha)
Uh, I can′t come to your party, I might come just to hurt you (schyeah)
Ridin' in a new body, all of my hos are murderers (schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain′t scratch the surface (schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, schyeah (schyeah)
Pop, pop
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Schyeah
All black mag, yeah, all black bags, yeah
Break his face, yeah, get him dead, yeah
Fuck 'em all, yeah, tat' my face, yeah
Eat the pussy, yeah, say my grace, yeah
In that brand new Wraith, and it′s all red, yeah
All my bitches burnt, yeah, they half dead, yeah
Off a Perc, yeah, out my shirt, yeah
He′s a jerk, yeah, been a jerk
Model ho, yeah, she dick jerk, yeah
I'm a reject, but I′m still turnt, yeah
Push the fuckin' dash ′til I see dirt, yeah
I can't come to your party, I might go just to hurt ya (schyeah)
Ridin′ in a new body, all of my hos are murderers (schyeah)
I just painted her face, now she part of the circus (schyeah)
I just bought that Hublot, I ain't scratch the surface (schyeah)
Every time we pop out, got them bitches thirsty (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Pop out (schyeah)
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop, pop (schyeah)
Pop out, pop (schyeah)
Ayy, Swamp
What up, baby boy?
These fuck niggas ain't learned yet
I′m really in this motherfucker with this nigga right now
On my mama, haha
Pop out
Pop
Writer(s): Jordan Terrell Carter, Nicholas Anthony Santos, Unknown Composer
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In 'POP OUT' präsentiert Playboi Carti ein Bild eines intensiven Lebensstils, der von Feiern, Luxus und einer gewissen Gefährlichkeit geprägt ist. Der... weiterlesen
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