"Magnolia" lyrics
"Magnolia"
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Uh
In New York I Milly Rock (Rock)
Hide it in my sock (Sock)
Running from an opp (Opp)
And I shoot at opp (Opp), uh, uh (What?)
And I'm on the block (What?), uh, uh (What? What?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (Hello?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Selling that rerock (What? Whoa, what? What? Uh, what? What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (Ooh)
Hide it in my sock (Whoa)
Used to sell rerock (What?)
Running from the cops (Whoa)
Shooting at these opps (Whoa)
Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? (Whoa)
Shooting at these opps (What?)
'Cause I run they block (What?), uh
Give me top (Top), uh, in my drop-top
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, yeah (Drop, drop)
All these hoes gon' flock (Flock, flock)
When I drop, uh (Drop, drop)
Woo, woo, woo, woo (Beep)
Woo, woo (Beep), woo, woo (Beep)
All these hoes want cash (Cash)
All these hoes want bags, uh
Fucking on your bitch (Beep), uh
I'm her dad (Yeah), uh
All these niggas sound like Cash, sound like Cash (Blah)
I'm a soldier, ooh (What?)
Damn, I thought I told you, ooh (What?)
Shooting like a soldier, ooh (Beep)
Like I'm from Magnolia, ooh (What?)
All these niggas (What? What?) always fold (What? What?)
Big bank (What? What?) never fold (What?)
I'm sipping Act' (What?), fill that shit slowly (Hello?)
Bitches on me (What? Beep) say she like my clothing (Yeah)
I'm in London (What?) Yung Carti global (What?)
Designer is on me (Phew) call it dirty laundry (Phew)
All these bitches want Yung Carti (What?), Yung Carti (Yeah)
Ay, Yung Carti, Yung Carti, what? (Hop in the bit', hop in the bit')
Yung Carti, Yung Carti (What? What? Hold on), yeah
All of your bitches, they loose, hold on
All of your bitches, they loose, hold on (Yeah)
All of my bitches, they rich, hold on
And they stay rocking that Rick, hold on
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Uh, what? What? Hold on, what? What? Uh (Yeah)
Rich, rich (Rich)
Cash Carti, bitch (Bitch)
Rich, bitch (Hold on)
Got a rich clique (Hold on)
I'm sucking on the clit (Hold on)
She sucking on the dick (Yeah)
Give that ho a tip (Yeah)
Told her, "Buy some kicks" (Kicks)
Ooh, then I brush my teeth (What?)
Hop up in the whip
Glocky in the whip (Skrrt; Glocky)
Glocky in the whip (Yeah)
And I'm cocky, fucking on a thotty
She just wanna plot me, bitch can't stop me (Stop me)
I'm riding in a Masi (What? Masi)
This ain't even my Masi (Nah)
Hope that's not your thotty (What?)
Your bitch look like a auntie (What?)
Walked in with Ashanti (What?)
Damn, that look like 'Shanti (What?)
Damn, that look like Carti (Yeah-yeah)
I think that be Yung Carti
Heard he spent a hundred on a fucking watch piece, that's filthy (Phew, what? Whoa, whoa)
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What? What?)
Running from an opp (What? What?)
And I shoot at opp (What? What?), uh, uh (Phew)
And I'm on the block (Phew), uh, uh (Hello?)
And I'm on the block (What?)
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (Sock)
Selling that rerock (Rerock)
What? What? (What?)
What? Uh, what?
In New York I Milly Rock (What?)
Hide it in my sock (What?)
Use to sell rerock, uh
Running from the cops, uh
Shooting at these opps
You know what I'm saying?
Yo (Yeah), Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?
Bitch ass nigga, fuck that nigga, man
Thanks to Jasmine for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Jordan Carter, Jordan Jenks
- AZLyrics
- P
- Playboi Carti Lyrics
mixtape:
"Playboi Carti" (2017)
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