Carti x Uzi Throw It Up(16*29)

spaaaceee

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔡𝔶

Turn the bass up
Some more
Turn the bass up
Yeah


Well you might as well not go
See you not tryna get along
I'll lay it all on the floor
But you said that you did it alone
I'm so close you could kiss on my cheek
I'm so close you can smell my cologne
What's the word what you on?
I like what you got on 
You like what I got on
We'll link up and go home 
Please spare me the details
I'm not with the mind games
I was never one to really kiss and tell
I'm out of my mind frame 
I was never one to really wish you well
And I wish you well
Throw them coins down the wishing will
But if you make a wish baby don't you tell
Serving crack on the corner now
We got clientele we got clientele
You don't know what you calling bout
Wanna hear my voice, yeah I get it yeah


I'ma just do it all day, I'ma do it til I die
I'ma just do it all day, I'ma do it til I die
I'ma do it til I die, I'ma do my whole life
I just been putting in pain and pain and pain
I'm taking my wrongs and making em right oh
Right oh
Turn it up 
Turn it up turn it up turn
Turn up the bass some more
Get in your face some more
Get in my face some more
Pushing you out the door
Pussy ya window close
Japan is back you know
He here to take ya hoe
He here to claim the throne
These niggas lame these bitches lame I know
I'm knowing how it goes
Got the RAF on me and it go
Leather jacket and it go
Get the backend I buy the store
All these niggas they call me a poet
I'm just talking bout all that I know
I'm just talking my real deal life
Shit come with strife I know
I roll up that weed I know
I'm blazing it turn me to someone I don't even know
I'ma kid I don't know what I'm doing ima give it a go
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
If you give me the dice I'ma roll
Just like Yatzhee
Fuck the world up, like it topped me
That's ya girl? Oh she topped me
Bitch I own it. It is not leased
I don't get fake high I get real high
I get stupid high. Got the top weed
On the countryside with the horses
They inspire me
They just running
They just running
They just running
They just running
They just running
It's a run in we run in ya house
I'ma child soldier baby I'm doing exactly what I'm taught
I'ma child soldier baby I need you to give me the twat
Huh twat

SoClose

I was showing that bitch who boss
Showing that bitch wassup
Soon as I land I jump in the pussy on God
I told her get ready for lunch
We headed to brunch
I'm taking her back to the room
She finna just suck til the sun up
I don't give a fuck bout these sucker ass niggas
All of these boys my sons bruh
Trip to Arizona yeah the sun up
Diamonds bussing out they might blind ya
Yeah I had to work for this shit
I had to work so hard to just get a line up
I was working on lines you sniffing a line up
Gotta stop the crying, go and get your grind up

Passin dat bitch, passin dat bitch like a ball yeah

Showin

If you meant what you said when you said it
I'm not gon forget that shit
I'm not gon forget I'm not gonna huh

You gotta keep that same vibe for when I see you I'm not even playing
You would be so God damn surprised when you see what I fit in these jeans, in these pants
I fit the whole God damn 9 in the back of the Margiela slacks
Hoes they falling in line they doing the rounds
I fucked em all back to back
It's water under the bridge, these niggas gon drown
I'm pushing you off nigga watch yo back
You looking too hard at the ice on my arms I'ma honor roll boy, I'ma fuck yo bitch 

Nigga that's the Draco talking shut the fuck up let em
Spit
I'm on a lot of drugs nigga I'm going through it
I got a lot of drugs
Running through my body right now I wish I was kidding
Baby you wish this was love
Bitch this is ain't love I was just tryna get that kitty

If you meant what you said when you said it
I'm not gon forget that shit
If you meant what you said when you said it
I'm not gon forget it,  You know it's the truth 
Yeah I'm addicting to spending I'm blowing that bag
Couple of thousand on shoes
Couple of thousand on shoes won't spend it on you
Won't spend a dollar on you
Soon as I roll this blunt I'ma face it bad
No I can't pass I ain't passing to you
When I first met the hoe the sauce wasn't there
Hoe was just rocking them Jimmy Choos
Gimme gimme money fuck the rules
If I say I'm gon blast get the fuck out the room
Get the fuck out the room get the fuck out that bitch
I got I got I got
I got all this money on me and I'm tryna spend it all
Baby you can't be my one and only gotta be the third or fourth

STOP CALLING MY PHONE

Skyy

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