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Artist: Playboi Carti
Canonical path: /playboi-carti/9-am-in-calabasas
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9 Am In Calabasas
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9 Am In Calabasas
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Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Got a pint full of red, oh, yeah, yeah (slatt)
Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Got a pint full of red, oh, yeah, yeah
In the back with the slatt, all red (slatt)
Bentley coupe with a bitch all red (uh)
In a coupe and the seats all red (slime)
In the coupe and it's motherfuckin' red (slatt)
In the coupe with a motherfuckin' bag (yeah)
In a coupe with a ho I ain't had
Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Fuck a thot in the coupe, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta lean in my pint that's red
With a ho, I'm on a whole lotta red
Whole lotta red, one shot to the head, you dead
Whole lotta red, I'm on a whole lotta red
Yeah, huh, whole lotta gang shit
A whole lot of red when that k hit
Got a whole lot of bank, a lot of blue chips
Walk in, they screamin' my name, bitch, huh
Whole lot of raf, huh
Whole lot of guap in my hand, yeah (guap in my hand)
Yeah, whole lotta opps, uh
Tryna see a young brother dead, yeah yeah
Brother don't know me, huh
Brother cannot be my homie (slime homie)
I'm with carti and max, they'll sleaze
Take you and you and your homie (slatt)
Whole lotta stain shit
Don't give it up, then we gon' take it
I don't walk with no one
Hit it once then I'm done
Smooky been bangin' your main bitch
I could go get a house in bel air (bitch)
All these racks in the bank, yeah, yeah
Spent a hundred bands in the mall, don't care
Ridin' in the back of the 'bach, oh, yeah
Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Got a pint full of red, oh, yeah, yeah (slatt)
Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Got a pint full of red, oh, yeah, yeah
In the back with the slatt, all red (slatt)
Bentley coupe with a bitch all red (uh)
In a coupe and the seats all red (slime)
In the coupe and it's motherfuckin' red (slatt)
In the coupe with a motherfuckin' bag (yeah)
In a coupe with a ho I ain't had
Fuck a thot in the coupe, oh, yeah
Fuck a thot in the coupe, yeah, yeah
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