Playboi Carti - WAKE UP F1LTHY [with Travis Scott] (Official Audio) — Playboi Carti | караоке с текстом и отключением вокала

Wake up, wake up. Had to go get the cake, cake up. Racks on, racks o-, racks on. Money on the floor, different hoes. I connect this shit, put me in a room. Tour rotation, I'm moving slow-mo. Jump out that fly as, yeah, that four. Dance in the frame, that shit right there old. Drugs in my body, oh yeah, let's go. Hoes in the lobby, oh yeah, let's go. Over here see body, now smell like mold. Jump out the party, I look like Miss Mulder. Know those lil biddies, they try to get the hitter, they popping that shit. Yeah. Pull up some pussy, I suck on that titty, I turn 'em to tit. Yeah. Oh, you in Savannah? Come to Atlanta, come hold on this dick. Me and Slim the realest players in the league so real. Ah, ah, ah, what? Yeah. I'm moving all this, came from my head, came from my feet. Yeah. The opps on live, they telling lies, why y'all speak? It's double O five, we my time, leaving them weak. Yeah. Wow. Pass me something, ease my soul. New rotation around they go. Only winning, never more. Oh. She gon' flip, she go berserk. She a freak, I'ma disturb her. I took two and now I'm jerkin'. Fuck her friendly, now she crying hurt. Bitch you mad I'm feeling this. Go to L.I., fill you with it. This is madness when I'm missing. Different bodies coming in, igniting like my clock is switched. Avoid the lobby when we go. Damn, it's four in here with me. Shout to the boys, I'ma eliminate 'em. Try it, not to punch you. Chase her in the street, streets feel them, they get sick, skin them. I'm up and I'm turning up time. I come from the city of pop, trunk can't hold bottles. And when she done mixing mine, she give me that 69 while I play six more. Wake up, wake up. Wow. Had to go get the cake, cake up. Racks on, racks o-, racks on. Money on the floor, different hoes.