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Playboi Carti - FOMDJ (Lyrics)

🍕Playboi Carti - FOMDJ 🍕Lyrics: [Intro] (Wake up, F1LTHY) You got to [Chorus] I got me a natural lil' bitch, I'll fuck that lil' ho on her B-Day I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, fuck what she say I been on the E-way, bitch, come on the G-way She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna fuck on my DJ Let it go like a relay, fuck her mouth, I don't do dates All this money, I'm big paid, buy a Richard, a new Wraith Oh yeah, give my opps they due dates Crash out for the gang, hol' up, crash out for a mixtape Have you fuck on my peers, I'ma hit all the gears Have you switchin' your lips, yeah, she got all the skills And I'm still on the hill, yeah, I'm still in The Hills We ain't missed a meal, wе ain't missed a meal We ain't missеd a meal, we ain't missed a meal [Verse] This how the Perky feel, this how the ecstasy feel This how the Xanny feel, watch how that motherfucker feel Make your bitch wanna go drill Voices, they all in my ears Give me a reason to trip, schyeah Bust that bitch right at your lip Havin' all blues like a Crip Pull up, I'm ready to flip Then I go tat' up a tear I can make all of 'em feel I'm boutta climb out the rear I'm on that vitamin E, huh All of my pints are sealed I'm in that bitch like D. Hill Tell me, who you fear? Bitch, it's stuck in the motherfuckin' air At the finish line, meet me there Got a broad tryna braid my hair Percocet got her sittin' like a chair, schyeah I'm a dog, I don't motherfuckin' care Got ten hoes sittin' in the lair Pourin' drank in the drop like the mayor, schyeah Got a vibe, tryna have an affair Brought her out, then I get another pair Tell her lead me up them stairs, schyeah [Chorus] I got me a natural lil' bitch, I'll fuck that lil' ho on her B-Day I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, fuck what she say I been on the E-way, bitch, come on the G-way She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna fuck on my DJ Let it go like a relay, fuck her mouth, I don't do dates All this money, I'm big paid, buy a Richard, a new Wraith Oh yeah, give my opps they due dates Crash out for the gang, hol' up, crash out for a mixtape Have you fuck on my peers, I'ma hit all the gears Have you switchin' your lips, yeah, she got all the skills And I'm still on the hill, yeah, I'm still in The Hills We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a meal We ain't missed a meal, we ain't missed a meal