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Some of Playboi Carti’s lyrics and concepts are 185 IQ
| Let the adversaries of my soul be consumed | 11/07/25 |
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Date: November 7th, 2025 5:19 PM Author: Let the adversaries of my soul be consumed This transition in the story he paints in Sky off the Red album is dynamic and paints an incredible intersexual dynamic occurring in modernity while touching on some aspects of involuntary cuckoldry:
The way she do that shit (what? What? What?) She make it look simple (what? What?) Baby, tell me what you wanna do (yeah, what? Wanna do) Baby, tell me everybody you screw (yeah, who? Who? Yeah) Tell me everybody you took to this room (who? Who? Who?) I gotta know who you fuck, fucked in this room (baby, who? Who?) I gotta know who you fucked in this room (yeah, who? Who? Who?) I gotta know who you fucked in this room (bih, who?) Can't trust no bitch (what? Bih, bih) can't trust these niggas (bih, bih) Yeah, in love with my money (what? In love with my money) In love with my pistols (in love with that pistol) In love with my bitch (love with my bitch) I think she my bitch (I think she my bitch) I know she suck dick (I know she suck dick, blatt) I know she not shit (I know she not shit, huh, huh) I been thinkin' 'bout it (been thinkin' 'bout it, yeah, yeah) Finna cut off that bitch (finna cut off that bitch, what? What?) She don't cook, she don't clean (damn, what? What?) But she want Ruth Chris (slatt, slatt) I don't even like to hug (to hug, hug) I don't even like to kiss (slatt, slatt) I just pat her on the ass (what? What?) And tell her, "Good shit" (slatt, what?) |