Carti Lyrics

I met some girls who was nineteen and they don't party

Rappers wanna be 2019 playboi carti

And Houston cannot takeoff tell Quavo sorry

We're in our own polka dots it got the city starve-n

I met some girls who was nineteen and they don't party

Rappers wanna be 2019 playboi carti

Houston cannot takeoff tell Quavo sorry

We're in our own polka dots it got the city starve-n

Hip-Hop is extinct

Had to play Chris Bosh for uh Ring

These Rappers they buy diamonds they both wish wash they sink

If he try to Chris Rock he get sinked

These songs on TikTok just to blink

Yeezy Flip Flops just to link

Why the fuck the baddest bitches do the cannibas'ses I

Grab on the Bible my handle strengthens and

Run through these books like I'm Channel Flip-n

If i hop ina ghost then the phantom miss-n like

i Do Not Know where Daniel Went tonight

Sex Addict : gotta pantie kryptonite

Gun so big i cannot grip it right

New niggas keep pop-n i be at it for like 10 years

Why haven't I made my mark ? I had to look in the mirror

If we following God let's hop ina car my love I'll steer

I crawled out my crevices i stand above my fears

You're here but I need sincerity

And you need a sense of security

There was a girl at my Church named Terani

And I really hope that she hearing me

And I Wanna Bless ha with Purity

I be the weather that come with Severity

If ya morals foggy then I be the clarity

Even though you're 19 I gotta know if you'd marry me

Wait

Us Houston artists we're actin big-headed and that shit: is embarrassing

I Say - multiple flows i'm various

A Perfect Storm!

I'm the experiment

I'm the Alarm

I know you're hear-n me

I Be The Swarm

These niggas scared of me

He gettin' money

Nigga he better be

Holdon

I met some girls who was nineteen and they don't party

Rappers wanna be 2019 playboi carti

And Houston cannot takeoff tell Quavo sorry

We're in our own polka dots it got the city starve-n

I met some girls who was nineteen and they don't party

Rappers wanna be 2019 playboi carti

Houston cannot takeoff tell Quavo sorry

We're in our own polka dots it got the city starve-n