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Carter VI | Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter | The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper
Carter VI Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper The dope game lifer, her throat game nicer The propane lighter, money old like Biden I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut" Whoa now, one shot, knock his door down Silencer on, no sound, catch him with his nose down and wipe it This game is a bitch, you gotta pipe it 'fore you wife it Nothin' gettin' between me and the team, not even a hyphen You got a dead man walkin', it's a madman talkin' Leave his body in the garbage, left the trash man nauseous Eatin' on these streets like a fat man starvin' And the semi go brrt like I pressed fast-forward, motherfucker Rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI I been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks I been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks, nigga I turned my sons to rich niggas I turned a one to six figures My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga Two ways into the hood, one train I be smokin' chronic like straight to the brain Ayo, let's get loose, Hennessy straight with tomato juice Queen stallions, my gun for me and 'Talians Now y'all niggas recognize medallions Come to your hood, OT with Tim Westwood Used to be on Section 8, now my section is good Thugged out, nigga, we eat as much as we could And we don't give a fuck, boy, you could play my shit I don't give a fuck, boy, you could save your shit Y'all niggas like extra skin on my dick Ferrari license plate read "666" Ferrari license plate read "666" Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer Propane lighter, money old like Biden I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up I'm blinged up, shirt off, bitch, I'm inked up, don't blink once Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut" Fuck, rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI I been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks I been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks, nigga I turned my sons to rich niggas I turned a one to six figures My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga Fuck, rrr, Carter VI, Carter VI I been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks I been outchea turnin' chromes to bricks, nigga I turned my sons to rich niggas I turned a one to six figures My daughter turned away all them bitch niggas Ferrari license plate, 666, nigga Dance, dance, dance 666 Ayo, the cocaine whiter, the rope chain brighter The choke chain tighter, the close-range sniper I'm the dope game lifer, her throat game nicer The propane lighter, money old like Biden I walk around like King Tut, got it out the mud, I cleaned up I'm blinged up, shirt off, I'm inked up, don't blink once Sip pink punch, she drink nut, she eat dick, I bring lunch Say she 'bout that action, I'ma fuck her 'til she scream, "Cut"
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