FOMDJ lyrics

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)
You got to

[Chorus]
I got me a natural lil' b*tch, I'll f*ck that lil' ho on her B-Day
I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, f*ck what she say
I been on the E-way, b*tch, come on the G-way
She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna f*ck on my DJ
Let it go like a relay, f*ck 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 f*ck 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 motherf*cker feel
Make your b*tch wanna go drill
Voices, they all in my ears
Give me a reason to trip, schyeah
Bust that b*tch 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 b*tch like D. Hill
Tell me, who you fear?
b*tch, it's stuck in the motherf*ckin' 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 motherf*ckin' 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' b*tch, I'll f*ck that lil' ho on her B-Day
I'ma walk on stage, my eyes so red, yeah, f*ck what she say
I been on the E-way, b*tch, come on the G-way
She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna f*ck on my DJ
Let it go like a relay, f*ck 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 f*ck 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