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letra de fetti - damedot

fetti lyrics
[intro]
(ooh, rell)
woo

[chorus]
shirt over my head while i’m mixin’ up this fetti
told my b-tch i’m tryna have a threesome if she let me (mwah)
in the club, i got ones rainin’ down like confetti
they know my name from 7 mile to belle isle like pirelli (like pirelli)
lobster with the steak on my plate, we don’t f-ck with shrimps (f-ck nah)
i’ll go up top on— ’cause i don’t f-ck with them
she talk down ’bout her baby daddy, then go f-ck on him (f-ck that n-gga)
b-tches puttin’ they hands on these bums, i don’t be touchin’ ’em (nope)

[verse 1]
i don’t know wherе they p-ssy been, i don’t be f-ckin’ ’em (goofy)
b-tchеs call me boss, you can’t call me by my government (f-ck nah)
my dog want a hundred zips, i hear dogs barkin’ in my brain
mixin’ up, caught a drain (a drain), i think on racks, you hear my name (fft)
hundred racks on a chain, swear i can’t find a flaw (ice, ice, ice)
i pull up, they in awe
ain’t no more bottles in the bar ’cause we bought ’em all (yeah)
ain’t no more fiends, we done dropped ’em all (d-mn)
boy, this that fetti, not no tylenol
we say mannie fresh when we talkin’ ’bout that mannitol (this that mannie fresh)
i don’t know why i told you, you ain’t never sold a gram at all (you ain’t never sold sh-t)
(stop playin’ with a boss, bum)
scored a triple-double in the streets, f-ck some basketball
got ’em for a discount price, come and grab ’em all (go get ’em)
that lil’ sh-t you spent on your chain, i spent that at the mall (that sh-t was light)
[chorus]
shirt over my head while i’m mixin’ up this fetti
told my b-tch (what you tell her?), i’m tryna have a threesome if she let me (mwah)
in the club, i got ones rainin’ down like confetti
they know my name from 7 mile to belle isle like pirelli (like pirelli)
lobster with the steak on my plate, we don’t f-ck with shrimps (f-ck nah)
i’ll go up top on— ’cause i don’t f-ck with them
she talk down ’bout her baby daddy, then go f-ck on him (f-ck that n-gga)
b-tches puttin’ they hands on these bums, i don’t be touchin’ ’em (nope)

[verse 2]
when they send that thousand percent, can’t even touch the sh-t (i can’t even touch it)
d-mn near gotta have on two pair of them rubber sh-ts
my b-tch lookin’ heaven-sent
exactly like an angel in the flesh (mwah), he od’d off a test
that n-gga should’ve wore a vest (d-mn)
my lil’ b-tch got that fetti, when she suck it, it’s the best (i swear)
i’ma keep it g, i can’t let go of her neck (never)
this that fetty wap, i got the power, seein’ if they like it
i bet you find ’em in an hour, i really tried to warn ’em (yeah)
i told ’em that this sh-t some power
after i’m done mixin’ up, i gotta take a shower
lil’ stupid-ass n-gga need to listen what i’m tellin’ ’em (shh)
i got this sh-t here from the cartel and ‘nem (yeah)
i had to meet ’em once, now it’s on, they be mailin’ ’em
the lil’ b-tch i’m with look heaven-sent, but she devilish (she a demon)
paid thirty-two hundred for this medicine (for this tris)
trick pair of gloves while i’m mixin’ up this fetty
told my n-ggas (my n-ggas), “i’m finna go and slide, is you ready?” (brrt)
if you lookin’ for me, boy, i’m on 7 mile and kelly
lil’ bro ‘nem smokin’ on your mans, they say he reggie
[outro]
shirt over my head while i’m mixin’ up this fetti
told my b-tch i’m tryna have a threesome if she let me
in the club, i got ones rainin’ down like confetti

- damedot

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