Playboi Carti - Dick Pleaser (Lil Wayne Remix)

prod by southdrug
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LYRICS:
(Intro)
Baby if you outside, I’ll be here for real
Cuz I don’t wanna be friends, I want something deeper
Nigga wanna try me, I turn to a demon
I come from the southeside, Im a fashion demon
I put on that fresh shit, I don’t shop at Neimans 

Verse 1 (dexelz):
My niggas bang for real
 (so niggas better not wanna come try)
Tote that glock it’s stainless steel
My niggas bang for real
Got money in the bank for real
I look like the bank for real - 
With all of this money im having you know ima show it
Talm bout that fye ima blow it
Fucking yo bitch ima do it
He claim he my opp, Ima shoot
Maison Margiela my shoe
Maison Margiela my swag -
Money so sick bitch it look like the flu
All of my bitches be bad -
Check out my side bitch you know I got 2

Got 2 hoes on my side for real
You play with my heart you die for real
I really don’t got no time for real
So you better not play with my love for real
Corn gon pop yo dome for real
Nick gon spin with that chrome for real
Bitch don’t call my phone, For real
Bitch don’t call my phone.

Bitch wont leave me alone
She say she cant leave me alone
This bitch keep pinging my phone
Lil bitch just found my lo
And she tryna come in through the back
But the backroom thats my zone
Cuz I own this shit, nobody can get in
Niggas be talm bout my swag but cant fit in

Verse 2 (Jace!):
Racks them bitches fit in
In a 2 seater, she wanna get in
I just went and blew a bag today -
 That boy try to do it to fit in
Im with the gang - double cup drank like wayne
I had to tell that bitch “No i aint cuffing you, you dont even feel my pain”
All of these niggas be done for real
2 tone twin glock man of steel
I just hopped in BMW, don’t do range
This lil hoe be on my phone tryna see my face
This lil hoe be on my phone tryna fuck on Jace - Okay
He say he gettin money but that shit not the case - Okay
Im the one thats pulling up with these hoes in the place - Okay

And im fucking on Nene
She keep on saying she need me
But I might pull up to kick it
But I’d rather fly out Meme
Some my niggas bang dat red and blue, Some of em BD
 I need my fans to believe in me (MEEEEE)
 
Outro (dexelz):
Poppin my shit, know im back for real
Boot up the switch hit his back for real
Niggas not fucking with me and my gang
Bitch im like Jace, I got 2 different names
Putting that pain on em
Bullets gon rain on em
Running this shit up, Usain on em
Putting that pain on (My niggas bang for real)

Shawty if you ask me, I don’t wanna lie
If you wanna try shit, with a different guy
I might gotta kill you, I don’t got the pride
I don’t got the time for real

fr feat Jace! (iayze)

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LYRICS: 

I don't give no fuck
Dex gon keep that semi tucked
Big ass drac' gon hit like semi truck
B-Big ass beam no need for luck
I-I got sticks in the truck
007 gon swerve, He swervin' the Benz
Foreign got a trunk in the front
Dex been smoking that runtz
D-Dex been stuffing that blunt
Why I been talking in third person?
I been poppin' my shit I been soul searching
Ima shoot at that boy like its first person
Got a stick with a laser, its dim
Put my swag on, lil nigga been trim
Ima cut out yo soul, lil nigga been grim
K-Kill em on cam
C-Cant even print out the photo, done ran outa film
F-Fuck around and crashout the rover
Cant even drive no more ima hire a chauffeur
I fucked around and hit my head
Closed my eyes, Seen people thats dead
Cant go outside I got paranoia
I stay inside, I get high off that paraphernalia
You said that i'm lying, I don't even know what to tell you
Mama be calling my phone and she crying
"Put in that work", I say I won't fail you
Bag on yo head tell my twin ima Zelle em
Packs in the mail, call my phone ima sell em
Got racks in the mail, make em stack to the ceiling
I been throwing up racks like i'm sick I need penicillin
S-So many racks I can buy a building oh yeah
Im on the top floor nigga yeah..
Swing That Pole..
Swing that Drac' at a nigga
Hit yo soul
Bitch if you gon push to the spot then you already know
Touch yo toes
You fucking on that lame nigga.. You a hoe
She want sex
She want sex
She want sex with Dex
Dex and Sex
XXX
007
Lets make a movie hoe
I got sum racks in my subis hoe
He think that he fly but he fruity tho
I got chips, just like Dorito
These niggas corny like Fritos
She wanna fuck off the titos
After I fuck, I veto
I-I-I don't give no fuck
Dex gon keep that semi tucked
Big ass drac' gon hit like semi truck
B-Big ass beam no need for luck
I got sticks in the truck
007 gon swerve, He swervin' the Benz
Foreign got a trunk in the front
Dex been smoking that runtz
D-Dex been stuffing that blunt
Why I been talking in third person?
I been poppin' my shit I been soul searching
Ima shoot at that boy like its first person
Got a stick with a laser, its dim
Put my swag on, lil nigga been trim
Ima cut out yo soul, lil nigga been grim
K-Kill em on cam
Cant even print out the photo, done ran outa film
Cant go outside I got paranoia
Cant go outside I got paranoia (lil 007)
Cant go outside I got paranoia (yeah she love dex)
Cant go outside I got paranoia
Cant go outside I got paranoia

PARANOIA prod SSJLAMAR

written by: @hatecejay
mixed and mastered by: @hatecejay
produced by: @717angels

lyrics:
bitch im tryn walk out the sto
too many bags my hoe gotta carry it
you niggas is not my bros
dont send me yo tape i promise aint hearin it
feel like i got way too rich
im whippin a ghost it feel like a chariot
dont talk bout the 4s i pour
the cup in yo hand gone leave you delirious

i promise ill stay out the way
if you niggas stay out the state
aint touchin on pape
niggas tryn blame it on fate
any reason not to hate
i cant relate
bitch im the one no debate
all that i do is create
i care bout the cake
so ima stay out the way
im doin it for yo sake

you niggas aint never touched on maaje
im lyin this percy aint for my pain
dont ice out my watches i keep mine plane
i need a new hoe i cant keep mine sane

i need a new how i cant keep mine sane

no i cannot
no i cannot fold 
no i do not troll
dont fuck the same bitches
same hoes went and got old
ask her if she fw me
without the fame
not so
if they wouldnt fw me
without the change
they not bro

bitch im tryn walk out the sto
too many bags my hoe gotta carry it
you niggas is not my bros
dont send me yo tape i promise aint hearin it
feel like i got way too rich
im whippin a ghost it feel like a chariot
dont talk bout the 4s i pour
the cup in yo hand gone leave you delirious

i promise ill stay out the way
if you niggas stay out the state
aint touchin on pape
niggas tryn blame it on fate
any reason not to hate
i cant relate
bitch im the one no debate
all that i do is create
i care bout the cake
so ima stay out the way
im doin it for yo sake

carry it

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(yes no, yes no)
(yes no, yes) Yes
(yes no, yes no)

bro got a plate eat the opp for the dinner
north face on the hoodie gotta stack for the winter
don't know why they play me like play me like little
i spaz for the winter than make it look simple

we at the show we done back packed the drac
aint goin for body's tryn hit at his face
luh bina up in the cut with the cash 
hope dreams a come true and its making me sad

you tryna slide you wan put in yo pain
i cannot contemplate up in yo rank
bitch only fuckin with me for the fun 
but im only fuckin with you cause its late

the glock eat a opp for the dinner
on the hoodie north face for the winter (lets go)
i got sins that im scared to admit
she gon run to her notes throw a fit 

she gon run to her notes when she sad
its the p-r-a why? cause im mad
i do features get whole type of cash 
best not play with the two on yo ass

(yes no, yes no)
(yes no, yes no) Yes
(yes no, yes no) yes yes

i aint een really popped in a minute
music shit bringin all type of women (lets do it)
and i know you not really gon get how 
how she get off drugs and then get wild (slat)

i got some dick for his bitch face (yes)
money money money gon get paid (yes)

(yes no, yes no)
(yes no, yes) Yes
(yes no, yes no)

bro got a plate eat the opp for the dinner
north face on the hoodie gotta stack for the winter
don't know why they play me like play me like little
i spaz for the winter than make it look simple

we at the show we done back packed the drac
aint goin for bodys tryn hit at his face
luh bina up in the cut with the cash 
hope dreams a come true and its making me sad

you tryna slide you wan put in yo pain
i cannot contemplate up in yo rank
bitch only fuckin with me for the fun 
but I'm only fuckin with you cause its late

the glock eat a opp for the dinner
on the hoodie north face for the winter (lets go)
i got sins that I'm scared to admit
she gon run to her notes throw a fit 

she gon run to her notes when she sad
its the p-r-a why? cause im mad
i do features get whole type of cash 
best not play with the two on yo ass

intrusive(prodOchoo)

lilgup

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