Playboi Carti – FUCK ON MY DJ Lyrics

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FUCK ON MY DJ Lyrics
Lyrics from Live Performance

[Intro]
(Wake up, F1LTHY)

[Chorus]
I got me a nice lil’ bitch, I fuck that lil’ ho on her B-day
I’ma walk on stage, my eyes turn red, yeah, fuck what she say
I hit on the E-way, bitch come in the G-Wagon
She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna fuck on my DJ
Let it go, let it relay
Fucked her back, I don’t do dates
All this money on a bih’ like
Buy a Richard, a new Wraith
Oh, yeah, take my opps out, they can’t do this
Crash out for the gang, yeah, crash out for a piss stain
How you talkin’ ’bout bills?
I’m as high as it gets
Had you swishin’ your hips, yeah, she God’s gift
And I’m still over here, yeah, we still in the hills
Mеan ass demeanor, mean ass dеmeanor
Mean ass demeanor, mean ass demeanor

[Verse]
This how the Perky feel
This how the Ecstasy feel
This how the Xanny feel
Watch how that motherfucker feel
Everything else, I can’t fear
This is straight out of my ears
Gettin’ that rich and that kale, schyeah
Bustin’ that five, yeah
Poppin’ out blues like a Crip
This how my lady feel
Then I go take her retail
Look at me out on the field
I might just come out of here
I’m on that vitamin E
I’m on a pint, schyeah
I’m in that bitch like, “Yeah”
Tell me how you feel now
Bitch, stop, get the motherfuckin’— ah, ha
And your friend tryna be me, yeah
Got a broad tryna braid my hair
And sing and sing like, yeah
I’m a dog, I’m a muh’fuckin bear
Got like ten hoes sittin’ in the lair
Pour a drank and it turn me like a bear, schyeah
Got a vibe, tryna have affair
Got a opp, then I gave him a pair
Girl, leave me off yo’ status, schyeah
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[Chorus]
I got me a nice lil’ bitch, I fuck that lil’ ho on her B-day
I’ma walk on stage, my eyes turn red, yeah, fuck what she say
I hit on the E-way, bitch come in the G-Wagon
She wanna put on my chain, yeah, she wanna fuck on my DJ
Let it go, let it relay
Fucked her back, I don’t do dates
All this money on a bih’ like
Buy a Richard, a new Wraith
Oh, yeah, take my opps out, they can’t do this
Crash out for the gang, yeah, crash out for a piss stain
How you talkin’ ’bout bills?
I’m as high as it gets
Had you swishin’ your hips, yeah, she God’s gift
And I’m still over here, yeah, we still in the hills
Mean ass demeanour, mean ass demeanour
Mean ass demeanour, mean ass demeanour