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Playboi Carti - FOMDJ (Official Visualizer)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Playboi Carti
Playboi Carti
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Composer
Richard Ortiz
Richard Ortiz
Composer
Stefan Cismigiu
Stefan Cismigiu
Composer
Pierre Thevenot
Pierre Thevenot
Composer
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Composer
Raul Cubina
Raul Cubina
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
F1lthy
F1lthy
Producer
Lukrative
Lukrative
Producer
Lucian
Lucian
Producer
Ojivolta
Ojivolta
Producer
Marcus Fritz
Marcus Fritz
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Schick
Glenn Schick
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Wake up, F1LTHY) You got to 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 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 that stairs, schyeah 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
Writer(s): Jordan Carter, Mark Williams, Pierre Thevenot, Raul Cubina, Richard Ortiz, Stefan Cismigiu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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