Video de: Problem Child Lyrics Playboi Carti » Rap Fox.MusicaDe.Win

Playboi Carti - Problem Child Lyrics

Problem Child Song Lyrics Problem Child by Playboi Carti [Intro]
I want you close to me
I don’t want you [?]

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott]
Double O, Cactus
Uh, I go crazy every time, Double O, Cac'
f**k a white b**ch, the Betsy kind, Double O, Cac'
She throwin' that ass, she blowin' minds, hol' up
No seatbelts, just hittin' lines, hol' up (f**k it up)
She wanna go out for some rounds, hol' up
Free lil' Problem Child, huh
Homixide been goin' wild, hol' up (f**k it)
Bih', keep that whole blunt (Ooh)
Huh, crash, hit that whole blunt (Hot), crank
Uh, hits, then I rolled up

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Can't do no love, I'm heartless (Yeah)
I'm still gon' f**k her regardless (Ayy, shh)
Don't talk, they made me a target (Target)
Had a price, the price had a bargain (Target)
And the labеl, we built that department (Yеah)
In the basement, it's bigger than Carnage (Ayy)
In the gardens, so big, I go farm it (Ayy)
It remind me, this sh*t never garnish (Let's go)
I like her lips sealed like my Actavis (Ac')
She gon' pop that sh*t, for real, ain't no practicin' (Pew-pew)
I flew that woe right out of London, but she African (Thick)
If I turn up, it's on purpose, not no accident (It's lit)
If it's not about a dollar, f**k a convo
Just popped a Adderall, I got that pronto (Ooh)
Just popped her pussy too
Yeah, like the Devil does (No)
I shoot to shoot, get you a combo (Doo-doo-doo)
That b**ch my baby, she gon' suck me in the top-shelf
Suck this dick, my AP, now I'm wonderin', "Where my time go?"
I spend my luck (Woo), but live it like [?] (Hot)
Strip club, I make it rain, like f**k a poncho (f**k it)