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Playboi Carti - Floor Lyrics

[Intro]
You know, you better stop acting like, that nigga
I don’t, I don’t really, you better stop act—
You know, matter of fact, fuck— you better stop actin' like that bitch
Not even playin' that shit
I got, I got, nigga the f—
Bitch ass nigga, before I push his ass
Yeah
Everybody got guns nigga
But it's all about who
You— are you ready to die nigga? I am
Check it out
Ayy you got some lean bro?
Check it out
Check it out (What?)
Check it out (Uh)
Check it out (What?)
I’m running out
Check it out, check, check (What?)

[Verse]
I'm reppin' them big Bs
I got a bitch who reppin' them big Bs
I'm up at Mean's Street, smokin' that dope, I came wit a few P’s (dope!)
I got the bit wit her buddy, then slutted her
I call that lil bit a lil thotty (slut!)
Fucked the lil bit wit her buddy, her buddy done wanted to come suck me (woo)
Dracula shit, bitin' her neck, she suckin' the dick
Shorty be dancing, shorty be dancing
I’m taking chances, I’m taking chances
Shorty be dancing, shorty be dancing
Diamonds be dancing, bitches be dancing
My money is dancing, my money is dancing
My car is dancing, cars dancing
Cars is dancing, diamonds be dancing
My money be dancing, bitches be dancing
Walk in the club, all of them dancing
Maison Margiela, rocking Raf Simons
I’m on the block with the cannon, I’m in the pit with the cannon
Shawty got, shawty got, shawty got hoes like a campus
You cuffing that bit'? Well damn that bit' in my standards
Run it up, standards, bad bitch, standards
Suck dick, all day, love her, ManMan, man
Up that dope ho'
I got extra dope, molly Santana ho'
Dropped a lot of stills from like yesterday
Kay, okay, kay, kay, kay
Yeah, yeah
Interstate, ice on a ho'
Drop that bitch and then shift
Bring ‘em out, we ain’t gon let you down
Don’t let me down, if I friend you now
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Bitch)