Playboi Carti & Travis Scott – Problem Child LYRICS

Problem Child LYRICS By Playboi Carti & Travis Scott

Intro
I want you close to me
I don’t want you ?

Verse 1: Playboi Carti & Travis Scott
Double O, Cactus
Uh, I go crazy every time, Double O, Cac’
Who wanna fuck with this kind? Double O, Cac’
She throwin’ that ass, she blowin’ minds, hol’ up
No seatbelts, just hittin’ lines, hol’ up (Fuck it up)
She wanna go out for some rounds, hol’ up
Free lil’ Problem Child, huh
Homixide been goin’ wild, hol’ up (Fuck it)
Bih’, keep that whole blunt
Huh, crease hit that whole blunt (Hot), crank
Uh, hits, then I rolled up

Verse 2: Travis Scott
Can’t do no love, I’m heartless (Yeah)
I’m still gon’ fuck her regardless (Ayy, shh)
Don’t talk, they made me a target (Target)
Had a price, the price had a bargain (Target)
And the label, wе built that department (Yeah)
In thе basement, it’s bigger than Carnage (Ayy)
In the gardens, so big, I go farm it (Ayy)
It remind me, this shit never garnish (Let’s)
I like the lean sealed like my Actavis (Ac’)
She gon’ pop that shit, for real, ain’t no practicin’ (Pew-pew)
I flew that woe right out of London, but she African (Thick)
If I turn up, it’s on purpose, not no accident (It’s lit)
If it’s not about a dollar, fuck a convo
Just popped a Adderall, I got that pronto (Ooh)
Just popped her pussy too
Yeah, like the Devil does (No)
I shoot to shoot, get you a combo (Doo-doo-doo)
That bitch my baby, she gon’ suck me in the top-shelf

Suck this dick, my AP, now I’m wonderin’, “Where my time go?”
I spend my luck (Woo), but live it like Flacko (Hot)
Strip club, I make it rain, like fuck a poncho (Fuck it)

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