Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cartier Frames, artist - D-Block Europe. Album song PTSD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D-Block Europe
Song language: English
Cartier Frames |
Hit the port, hit the port, wake 'em up |
Other shottas, six in the morning, they’re fucked |
Shotty shells, really loud, wake them up |
Neighbours racist so we shoot that shit and cut |
Yeah, started again, mm, mm, mm |
Just spent racks on Cartier frames, mm, mm |
Ate that bitch in Paris, I ate that bitch in Spain (I ate that bitch in Spain) |
Right now, my head ain’t in a good space, I’m going through pain |
Drugs are numbing the pain |
Drugs are numbing the pain (Numbing the pain) |
These drugs are numbing the pain (Numb) |
She in love with the thug, she in love with the ways |
Got LV on my bag and I’m gunnin' the game |
Send it OT, that’s three thousand a day (Three thousand a day) |
Repeat, repeat, hit the trap, Pyrex, just start again (Just start again) |
Jakes just done a raid, it’s started again (OT, OT, OT, OT, OT) (Huh) |
130 in a day (130 in a day) |
Went Harrods and I got some Cartier frames (Cartier frames) |
Bitch just hit me up, she’s startin' again |
Repeat, hit the trap, I started again |
Lost all my P, got crack, started again |
Opp block, opp block, opp block, guns they’re running again |
Baby, if you’re ever low then I will pick you up (Yeah, yeah) |
Opp block, opp block, opp block, guns they’re running again |
Baby, if you’re ever low then I will pick you up |
Hit the port, hit the port, wake 'em up (I wake 'em up) |
Other shottas, six in the morning, they’re fucked |
Shotty shells, really loud, wake them up |
Neighbours racist so we shoot that shit and cut |
Yeah, started again, mm, mm, mm |
Just spent racks on Cartier frames, mm, mm |
Ate that bitch in Paris, I ate that bitch in Spain (Yeah) |
Right now, my head ain’t in a good space, I’m going through pain |
Drugs are numbing the pain |
Drugs are numbing the pain (Yeah, yeah) (Huh, huh) |
These drugs are numbing the pain (Numbing the pain) |
She in love with the thug, she in love with the waist |
Got LV on my bag and I’m gunnin' the game |
Talking to my nanny |
Selling crack just like it’s candy |
Gotta shoutout all my family |
They understand me when I’m angry |
Fucked her in the hotel, crazy care bear |
Yeah, I mixed the lean with Sprite and gummy bears |
And I hate it when these fuckin' niggas stare (Stare, stare, stare) |
You a eagle or a bird, are you prepared? |
Spat in her mouth, she was like «Eww» |
Touch my chain, you’ll make the news |
Just took the roof off the coupe (Yeah) |
Hit the port, hit the port, wake 'em up (6:30) |
Other shottas, six in the morning, they’re fucked (6:30) |
Shotty shells, really loud, wake them up |
Neighbours racist so we shoot that shit and cut |
Yeah, started again, mm, mm, mm |
Just spent racks on Cartier frames, mm, mm |
Ate that bitch in Paris, I ate that bitch in Spain |
Right now, my head ain’t in a good space, I’m going through pain |
Drugs are numbing the pain |
Drugs are numbing the pain (Numbing the pain) |
These drugs are numbing the pain |
She in love with the thug, she in love with the waist |
Got LV on my bag and I’m gunnin' the game |