Playboi Carti 2024 prod. ojivolta, earlonthebeat, and Kanye West

🎯 Загружено автоматически через бота: 🚫 Оригинал видео: 📺 Данное видео является собственностью канала Playboi Carti. Оно представлено в нашем сообществе исключительно в информационных, научных, образовательных или культурных целях. Наше сообщество не утверждает никаких прав на данное видео. Пожалуйста, поддержите автора, посетив его оригинальный канал: @playboicarti. ✉️ Если у вас есть претензии к авторским правам на данное видео, пожалуйста, свяжитесь с нами по почте support@, и мы немедленно удалим его. 📃 Оригинальное описание: Directed & edited by LOUIEKNOWS [Verse 1] Yeah, yeah, you came back and you failed, uh Second place, can’t be in my face, oh, nah Thick pockets, they think I’m rockin’ Chanel Fat wallet, lil’ bitch, you know I got here Out of pocket with your bitch, Chanel Done grew me some horns, baby, I’m from hell Southside, I was in Riverdale Off molly, that two-tone pill Rich nigga with all these fuckin’ girls He next, I put him on the mural She’s next, I told her she my girl Oh, you like that? (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that?) Hahaha (Oh, you like that?), yeah (Oh, you like that?) (Oh, you like that? Oh, you like that [Chorus] Uh, put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah) Put ’em on the news (Ha, sa) Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah) Put ’em on the news (Ah), yeah Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah) Put ’em on the news (Ah), yeah Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Schyeah) Put ’em on the news (Ah) Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Wassup) Put ’em on the news (’Sup) Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Wassup) Put ’em on the news (’Sup) Put ’em on the news or somethin’ (Wassup) Put ’em on the news (Let’s go) [Verse 2] 2024, MUSIC, oh, oh Put ’em on the news or somethin’ I’m evil like Luci’ son A whole lotta bitches be hatin’ on me ’cause I got all the buns Had to fall back with my last bitch ’cause she was just playin’ with my lil’ time I’m travelin’ the world like the pope, bringin’ the presidents right to my son Shawty, you gotta be cancer you make me feel some type way And no, I can’t be canceled ’cause you feel some type way, uh, uh I’m in the lane, ándale, ándale, ándale Uh, I’ma keep killin’ these hoes, I’m fuckin’ on Bombay Pink in my cup like a brain, sippin’ on zombie Bust the ho, do my braids, then I go hungry I’m cookin’ up like Montay, bitches on me (DJ Montay) I told her, “The glove don’t fit,“ I’m feelin’ like O.J The racks in my pocket and I link with Oji Ooh, .24s in the sprite, got me feelin’ like Kobe, ., uh All my boys, they strapped up, don’t try shit Walk inside the party, bitch, we all narcissists Haha, oh, you like that? Yeah (Whatchu say Guap?) Uh, oh, you like that? Yeah, yeah (Oh, you like that?) Oh [Chorus] Uh, put ’em on the news or somethin’ Put ’em on the news, ha Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah Put ’em on the news, ha Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah Put ’em on the news, ha Put ’em on the news or somethin’, woah Put ’em on the news, ha Put ’em on the news or somethin’, hol’ up Put ’em on the news, gang, ha Put ’em on the news, ha Put ’em on the news, yeah Put ’em on the news, ha [Outro] Oh, hahaha, schyeah