Margiela Madman (Carti's OG verse) lyrics

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Playboi Carti


[Intro: Three 6 Mafia, Playboi Carti, & DJ Paul]
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Tear da club up
Whatchu know man? It's A$AP, n*gga
Tear da club up
It's A$AP n*gga, stop all that goofy sh*t
Tear da club up
Tear da
Club up
(And we still smokin jitt pack)
n*gga, f*ck yo squad n*gga
This for all you playa hataz who be talking that

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Poppin' these pills in my coupe
I'm on the roof
Move like I'm Batman
Yah, um, damn, what, Margiela mad man
(Margiela, mad, man!)
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yah
Walk innat bih and I feel like the man
Hoe I got guap in my pants
And I got tool in my pants
Aye, Carti can't dance
I shoot that boy where he stand
I keep a drum like a band
(aye, yuh, yuh, uh)
Told my lil boy he got next
Put a little chain on his neck
Count it up n*gga we blessed
f*ck that lil bih and she blessed
f*ck that lil hoe and she blessed
Suckin my di*k left a mess
3500 my vest, 4500 my tech, 2900 my set
I spent a check on my fit
Diamonds they all in the fit
Riding around inna vette (Maison Margiela, Margiela)
Moving around like a Vet (b*tch)
Smell like a check, check my fit (Margiela, Margiela)
Came with my dog like a - oh!
She suck me up like a tick!
Diamonds they lookin like p*ss! (uh, yah, yah)
Diamonds they lookin like p*ss! (yayuhh, yah)
Diamonds they lookin like p*ss!

{Outro: Playboi Carti}
Check, n*gga f*ck yo squad, n*gga A$AP

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