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CARRY IT Video (MV)




Performed By: Drewtyrell
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Andrew Thompson




Drewtyrell - CARRY IT Lyrics
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It's a few hoes tryna get me out of character
Pass them to my bros if they pretty, can't disparage 'em
Never catch me broke, me and this fetty talkin' bout marrying
Last time we spoke, you was talkin' heavy, bitch, now carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
F*ck that bitch, dead that bitch, bury the bitch, yeah
I'm duckin' that bitch, I had that bitch, I heard of that bitch
She wan' start actin' crazy, think I'ma worry and shit
I been chasing this paper, so I ain't concerned a bit
Say you want the Botega, but bitch you ain't earned it yet
How you want someone faithful, you ain't even learned it yet
She want bread like a ransom, better go twerk for that
I get hoes cause I'm handsome, ain't gotta work for that
I think niggas been sayin' something, so I ain't servin' pack
I took so many chances, don't think my nerve is intact
Got me rollin' these grams, I'm smokin' em back to back
She wan' know where we stand, but I can't react to that
It's a few hoes tryna get me out of character
Pass them to my bros if they pretty, can't disparage 'em
Never catch me broke, me and this fetty talkin' bout marrying
Last time we spoke, you was talkin' heavy, bitch, now carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
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It's a few hoes tryna get me out of character
Pass them to my bros if they pretty, can't disparage 'em
Never catch me broke, me and this fetty talkin' bout marrying
Last time we spoke, you was talkin' heavy, bitch, now carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
F*ck that bitch, dead that bitch, bury the bitch, yeah
I'm duckin' that bitch, I had that bitch, I heard of that bitch
She wan' start actin' crazy, think I'ma worry and shit
I been chasing this paper, so I ain't concerned a bit
Say you want the Botega, but bitch you ain't earned it yet
How you want someone faithful, you ain't even learned it yet
She want bread like a ransom, better go twerk for that
I get hoes cause I'm handsome, ain't gotta work for that
I think niggas been sayin' something, so I ain't servin' pack
I took so many chances, don't think my nerve is intact
Got me rollin' these grams, I'm smokin' em back to back
She wan' know where we stand, but I can't react to that
It's a few hoes tryna get me out of character
Pass them to my bros if they pretty, can't disparage 'em
Never catch me broke, me and this fetty talkin' bout marrying
Last time we spoke, you was talkin' heavy, bitch, now carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
Carry that shit, carry that shit
You gotta carry that shit, carry that shit
Carry it
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Writer: Andrew Thompson
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