Privacy lyrics

by

Playboi Carti


[Intro]
Uh, ooh, yeah, uh
I'm a real rockstar (Yeah, ooh)
I'm a real rockstar (Ayy, what?)
I'm a real rockstar

[Verse 1]
Got the plan, I got bands, uh, ayy
Drummin' like a band (Band)
Rock the show off a Xan', ooh
b*tch, I got them bands, yeah
I got hoes
Everytime I land she like f*ck her man, man, let's go
30 in my pants, walk inside of LV with my ho
All these hoes, they wanna f*ck me 'cause I'm wealthy on these hoes
These n*ggas better give me room because I'm steppin' on your toes
b*tches waitin' in my crib, they tryna f*ck and give me throat
I know these n*ggas love my swag, I know these n*ggas love my flow, ooh
f*ckin' on your b*tch on the motherf*ckin' floor, ooh
Told your b*tch stop then let go

[Chorus]
I'm not really with that Snapchat sh*t, with that Facebook sh*t
When I'm f*cking with you we ain't doing that sh*t
Threw her ass on the jet, call that sh*t privacy
f*ck that b*tch, privacy
We gon' keep this private, uh, yeah
We gon' keep this private (f*ck, huh? Huh?)
We gon' keep it private
[Verse 2]
Ayy, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy
Crybaby, b*tch, ayy, yeah
I can't f*ck with you but you shady, b*tch, ayy, ayy, ayy
Know some n*ggas that are shady, b*tch, ooh, ooh, ooh
RIP to my n*gga, b*tch, ayy, yeah
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feel it in your jaw, ooh
Molly, pills
All these hoes wanna go on the f*ckin' trip, ayy
All these hoes wanna go feel it for the thrill, ayy
All these hoes know that Yung Carti kill, ayy
Hop on the track and that lean and I sip, ayy, uh, ayy
Syrup, uh
Got me f*ckin' purple, ayy, ayy, ayy
Bought my b*tch some Percs

[Chorus]
I'm not really with that Snapchat sh*t, with that Facebook sh*t
When I'm f*ckin' with you we ain't doin' that sh*t
Threw her ass on the jet, call that sh*t privacy
f*ck that b*tch, privacy
We gon' keep this private, uh, yeah
We gon' keep this private (f*ck, huh? Huh?)
We gon' keep it private
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