Fashion Killer Playboi Carti (Ft. Key Glock)

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[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Slatt)
Check it out (Slatt)
Carti (Slatt)
(Bitch, buh-buh-buh-buh)
Hold up
2900, nigga (Buh-buh-buh-buh)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
That chopper dump her (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck her (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Half of my young niggas they stay tweaking, yeah
Pull up to your spot and I start geeking, hol' up (What?)
Man we killed that boy cause he was tweaking (Bup, what?)
And I fucked this ho', when you leaving, hol' up (Bup, bup, what?)
Bitch I been paid
Skeleton AP, that's a real cage, yeah (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
I just poured a deuce in the minute maid
Big slime bitch, yeah I been flame, hol' up

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