Playboi Carti – Problem Child Ft. Travis Scott

Playboi Carti – Problem Child feat. Travis Scott MP3 Download (Lyrics, Music Mp4, Baixer)

The sensational artist Playboi Carti just released this interesting track titled, “Problem Child ” featuring Travis Scott which is available on this website for free Mp3 (audio) Download, Lyrics and Music Video.

This track is a captivating glimpse into the Playboi Carti's recently released album, “Music“. Problem Child weaves a spellbinding tale of self-discovery and liberation, carried by Playboi Carti's haunting vocals and impeccable production.

With a blend of folk, indie, and electronic elements, this song is an emotional journey that lingers long after the final note. Playboi Carti' artistry shines through, offering a glimpse of what promises to be an extraordinary album. Don't miss out—immerse yourself in “Problem Child ” now and experience the magic of this music!

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Playboi Carti – Problem Child Ft. Travis Scott Lyrics

[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 (Ooh)
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)