Playboi Carti – Slay3r Lyrics
Artist: Playboi Carti
Song: Slay3r
I’m a rockstar, I could’ve joined Slayer
Got the drum in the car, that b#tch a slayer (Slayer, slayer, slayer, slayer)
Get put in a box for ****in’ with a player (What?), yeah
AR in the box, it came with a laser (What?), yeah
I don’t cook a opp, yeah, just like I cater, yeah (Yeah)
I **** on my thot, yeah, we met in Decatur, yeah
I go wild on that b#tch, yeah, just like a blazer (What?), yeah
Can’t start with the b#tch, I link another one later (What?)
I gotta get it together (You dig)
I’m livin’ my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (Yeah)
Slide through the hood, yeah (Yeah)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh#t (What?)
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh#t (What?)
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Slatt)
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh#t (What? Let’s go, let’s go)
Whole lotta mob sh#t (What? Let’s go, let’s go)
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t
I got these b#tches goin’ crazy (Yeah)
I got these b#tches goin’ crazy (Yeah)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
I walk in the mall, they go crazy (What? What?)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
Got plaques on the wall, I go crazy (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I got rich and had me a baby (Yeah)
I drive a coupe, you know it’s the latest
Sellin’ cocaine just like the 80’s
I caught a body and went on vacation
She suckin’ my dick, I was on PlayStation (Woo, woo)
I ride in a demon, I took off, I’m racin’
I ride in a demon, I feel like I’m Satan (Woo, woo)
I’m ****in’ these b#tches, I’m ****in’ these b#tches
I gave her some money to put in her safe (Woo, woo)
I popped me a molly and now I feel faded
Muhammad Ali, I feel like the greatest (Woo, woo)
This n#gg# tried me and none of them hatin’ (Yeah, yeah)
I’m ****in’ this b#tch, but she cannot date me (Woo, woo)
I gotta get it together (You dig)
I’m livin’ my life like a rebel (What?)
They tried to lock me in a kennel (What?)
I beat the case, it was simple (What?)
Fresh out of court, yeah (Yeah)
Jump in the Porsche, yeah (Yeah)
Slide through the hood, yeah (Yeah)
Everything good, yeah (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh#t (What?)
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh#t (What?)
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Yeah)
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Slatt)
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob sh#t (Yeah)
Whole lotta model sh#t (What? Let’s go, let’s go)
Whole lotta mob sh#t (What? Let’s go, let’s go)
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob sh#t
Whole lotta mob, whole lotta mob shit
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Playboi Carti Lyrics – Slay3r
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From the album:
Whole Lotta Red [Explicit]
Release Year: 2020