Playboi Carti – RIP YAMS

Playboi Carti – RIP YAMS Lyrics

Artist: Playboi Carti
Song: RIP YAMS

(She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah)
(Whole lot of it, blatt)
I got Prada on my #ss
I got slimes, they pull up fast

I put a quarter on your #ss
Get you bodied for a pack
Big #ss Draco, big #ss SIG
I just made her swallow my kids

Big #ss Draco, big #ss SIG
I f#cked that b#tch, we made a flick (Blatt)
I’ma smoke me a opp just like a cig’
I’ma cut that b#tch, she not my kin

Tryna f#ck two hoes, I think they twins
I’m rocking them Chrome Hearts
Got a baddie and she die hard (Slatt, blatt)
I’m ’bout to blast this ho (Blaow, blaow, yeah, bow)

(Blatt)
I got Prada on my #ss
I got slimes, they pull up fast
I put a quarter on your #ss

Get you bodied for a pack
Big #ss Draco, big #ss SIG
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt)
Yeah, oh (Blatt)

Yeah (Blatt, ah, what?)
Uh
Yeah-yeah, uh (Blatt, uh, blatt, slatt)
Uh, uh

Bentlеys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentlеys and Lambs
I’m in this b#tch, huh
R.I.P. Yams, R.I.P. Yams

And I’m in my closet, yeah
I’m ’bout to f#ck on a project b#tch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bih
250 in cash, we ain’t playin’ with a bih

250 in the bag, I ain’t playin’ with a bih
Yeah, and Carti a diva
Uh, yeah, this Vivienne Westwood
Yeah, your b#tch is a eater

Uh, yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it’s a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking sh#t, b#tch, yeah, n#gg#, like FIFA, hol ‘up, what? (Hol’ up, hol’ up)
She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, hold up, yeah

I smoke my weed, I smoke my reefer, hold up (Blatt, bah)
I pour the lean, I’m on the liter, huh, huh
I had to go, I gotta leave her, huh (Yeah), yeah
Big heartagram on the tattoo, yeah, slatt, huh, yeah

All red suit like Deadpool (Blatt-blatt-blah, blatt-blatt-blatt, blatt)
You paying for p#ss#, I don’t pay, fool (I don’t pay for no p#ss#, hol’ on, p#ss#)
Iced out wrist and it cost two (Cash, cash, blatt, cash, uh)
f#ck a b#tch outside, yeah, hold up (Blatt-blatt, blatt, sex, blah, blatt-blatt)

I want that muh’f#cka’ dead, hold up (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt)
I want an apology (Buh, blatt)
You cannot talk to me (Blatt)
You cannot lie to me, hol’ up

You cannot lie to me (Blatt, blatt, blatt)
(She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah)
(Whole lot of it, blatt)
I got Prada on my #ss

I got slimes, they pull up fast
I put a quarter on your #ss
Get you bodied for a pack
Big #ss Draco, big #ss SIG

I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt-blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I just made her swallow my— (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
I just made her swallow my kids (Blatt)
Big #ss Draco, big #ss SIG

Big #ss Draco, big #ss SIG
Bentleys and Lambs
Bentleys and Lambs, Bentleys and Lambs
I’m in this b#tch, huh

R.I.P. Yams, R.I.P. Yams
And I’m in my closet, yeah
I’m ’bout to f#ck on a project b#tch
Got a K and a SIG, might slide on the bih

250 in cash, we ain’t playin’ with a bih
250 in the bag, I ain’t playin’ with a bih
Yeah, and Carti a diva
Uh, yeah, this Vivienne Westwood

Yeah, your b#tch is a eater
Uh, yeah, I swear that that top good
Big FN, it’s a blicky, blicky, blicky (Blicky, blatt)
Kicking sh#t, b#tch, yeah, n#gg#, like FIFA, hol’ up

(She wanna hear Carti all on her speakers, yeah)
(Whole lot of it)
I got Prada on my #ss
I got slimes, they pull up fast

I put a quarter on your #ss
Get you bodied for a pack
Big #ss Draco, big #ss SIG
I just made her swallow my kids
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Release Year: 2020