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Carti
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Трек «Carti» вышел в 8 ноября 2024 г. г. на альбоме « » (лейбл «Freebandz Global/Epic»)Richey Rich
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АльбомRichey Rich
Дата релиза8 ноября 2024 г.
ЛейблFreebandz Global/Epic
Мелодичность
Акустичность
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Танцевальность
Энергия
BPM82

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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Real Boston Richey
Real Boston Richey
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Jalen Taheen Foster
Jalen Taheen Foster
Автор песен
Paul Williams
Paul Williams
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Macfly Beatz
Macfly Beatz
Продюсер
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Миксинг-инженер
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
Victor "Vic" Luevanos
Миксинг-инженер
Raheem "MixedbyHeem" Miller
Raheem "MixedbyHeem" Miller
Инженер звукозаписи

Слова

[Intro]
(Known to let that MAC fly just like my **** Doe)
[Verse 1]
I'm like damn, baby girl, you thicker than a Snicker
Matter fact, I feel like you too thick for your ****
You don't think I can handle that? Pull up, let me dick you
Oh, don't disrespect your ****? Bitch, you still don't get the picture?
I told you I'm a dripper slash trapper slash rap ****
Project bitch a real eater, I saved her number as "lap ripper"
Usain Bolt when I run it up, I done overlapped ****
I'ma leave your ass on read, I see you like cap ****
You can fuck Vert, Glizzy, Dank, I probably'll still hit you
Fuck 'round, jump in the DM, they say she eat it up like a dill pickle
Cool with poppin' a strong back or a rhino, I ain't poppin' no pills
I got bitches all on my line, lil' bitch, I ain't even got to deal with you (Uh, yeah, come on)
Snatch a bad bitch, we gon' go and get our nails done
I be havin' way more plays than the ladies doin' the mail run
That **** you with, he ain't no hustler, **** ain't even sell nothin'
She ain't treat me right, I'm gettin' out on her just like a bail bond
Mama used to whoop my ass 'cause my head hard
Seen a **** try to be like Lil Richey and caught a cell charge
Over here we trappin' frrt, ****, and we sell hard
Boston Stanley, I'll whoop a **** ass 'bout bein' in my damn yard
[Chorus]
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your ****, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too fuckin' rich to go and buy a fuckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these **** can't guard me
[Verse 2]
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent— hold on, hold on
Bitch, shake your ass like your life dependent on it (Uh)
Your ****, he ain't richer than me, I put my pendant on it (Come on)
Every time I fuck a bitch, I put my pendant on her (Ayy)
She know I'ma blow it while a bitch dependent on me (Ayy)
We don't fuck with dog, that's why we be spinnin' homie (Uh)
I'm too fuckin' piped to pull up in a hemi, homie (Hold on)
Every time I pop out, bitch, I got the switchy on me
[Chorus]
I'm just tryna tell you, baby, I'm really life of the party
Turn up like the white boys, shit, I'm livin' my life gnarly
She said she gon' ride for me, bitch, where's your Harley?
You ever go out sad? Oops, baby, that's hardly
I just shitted on your ****, baby, I'm so sorry
Come through in a Ferrari, havin' my way like Playboi Carti, ayy
I'm too fuckin' rich to go and buy a fuckin' Carti'
Cross 'em, Ja Morant, these **** can't guard me
Written by: Jalen Taheen Foster, Paul Williams
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