Lyrical Breakdown of I GOT DEPRESSED + HOES (ft. Slug Christ) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I GOT DEPRESSED + HOES (ft. Slug Christ)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Uh, ayy, ayy, I got lean
Uh, ayy, ayy
Uh, ayy, ayy, I got lean
Uh, ayy, ayy, uh
I got dope, uh, ayy, ayy
I got dope, uh, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy
I got dope, uh, ayy
I got dope, uh, uh
Uh, ayy, go get 'em shits up off the boat, what?
I got gas just like Texaco, like Mexico
My Spanish bitch, she whip that dope
Whippin' the chicken, I'm sellin' the dope
She hold on my dick, it's all in her throat
Money I get and I spend it
I'm fuckin' this bitch and her friend
Juug and finesse on some fuck shit
All of my niggas on fuck shit
Uh, what? That nigga gettin' money
Got two thots in the back tryna fuck me, whoa
Took a flight to New York just to see a thot, hold on
I'm pourin' up a liter on the yacht, hold on, hold on
Young Carti, bitch, I'm hot, hold on
Give a fuck 'bout a nigga, sell rerock, hold on
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe in her throat
Yeah, young Slugger, young Bucka (Slug)
I'll buck at your mother
Cut the vacuum sealed bag with a katana
Hey Topanga, your boyfriend is a bitch
And you ain't even cute, it just is what it is
30 rounds, that's hollow tips
No exit wounds on a fat bitch (fat, fat)
I used to switch with young Pikachu
My shit charged, I'll pop at you
I'll pop at you, I'll pop at you
I swear to God I'll pop at you
Depressed bitch but I shine blue
It's suicide before I fuck with you, young Slugger
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe in her throat
I got lean, I got kush
I got dope, I got smoke
I got hoes, I got flow
Fuck a hoe (yeah)
In her throat (yeah)
Bitch, we mobbin', fuck niggas
Bitch, we thuggin', bitch, we mobbin', fuck niggas
Bitch, we thuggin', bitch, we mobbin', fuck niggas
Bitch, we thuggin', bitch, we mobbin', fuck niggas