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Ketamine Lyrics


Playboi Carti Ketamine

[Verse]
You niggas don't love me, your bitch wanna f..ck me
My t-shirt on, so I won't get ugly
She f..ckin' with a dime, I'm f..ckin' with a bomb
They think I'm Osama, woah, she think I'm off somethin'
I'm f..ckin' with a bad lil' vibe, Molly all over her tongue
I'm 'bout to spot me a opp, I'm 'bout to spin their truck, woah (I said)
Momma, I got me a switch, we don't give a f..ck 'bout luck
Ah, ah
Ice on my body, I'm the coolest
Trampoline jump for a cougar
Jump out the jungle, go hectic
I'm leavin' that boy in the store
She wanna f..ck for the moolah
Pussy-ass niggas get lit up
That Pelle Pelle hold the Ruger
I was just playin' with your girl, huh
She like bein' 'round my niggas
She T'd up, she not switchin'
G6 got me in here glitchin'
We're rich as f..ck, just listen
This bitch ain't got no vision
I'ma go ahead and give it to her
I just been feeling myself, I found Jesus, Christian Dior
Now the bitch wanna f..ck on the gang, shit put a stain right on the floor
Got me feelin' like Jason Chase, I'm switchin' lanes on these whores
Stop all that talkin', let's do it, you on the internet, boy, stop, boy
Move in the field with cleats in my jeans, I kill boys
Me and my niggas, we Gs, step on bitches, we kick doors
I stay runnin' up checks and holdin' the knife, it's a sport
Sittin' with my blick, I got me a gang, I can't go to court, uh
Nigga tried to pop his pain, two in his brain, blow up the fort
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