FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti)

FE!N (feat. Playboi Carti)

Singer(s):
Album(s):
Release Date:
July 28, 2023 (3 years ago)
Genre:
Hip-Hop/Rap
Original Language:
English (Original)
Translations:
Turkish (Türkçe)
Info:
Published: Modified:

Lyrics & Translations

68 Lines 507 Words 9 Verses
Verse 1

Just come outside

For the night (Yeah)

Take your time

Get your light (Yeah)

Johnny Dang

Yeah, yeah

I been out geekin'

Bitch


Verse 2

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein, fein (Yeah)


Verse 3

The career's more at stake when you in your prime (At stake)

Fuck that paper, baby, my face on the dotted line (Dot, yeah)

I been flyin' out of town for some peace of mind (Yeah, yeah, bitch)

It's like always, they just want a piece of mine (Ah)

I been focused on the future, never on right now (Ah)

What I'm sippin' not kombucha, either pink or brown (It's lit)

I'm the one that introduced you to the you right now (Mmm, let's go)

Oh, my God

That bitch bitin' (That bitch bitin')

Well, alright (Alright)

Tryna vibe (I'm tryna vibe this)

In the night

Come alive

Ain't asleep

Ain't a- Ain't a- Ain't a-


Verse 4

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein, fein

Fein, fein, fein, fein


Verse 5

Schyeah, whoa, WÆH

WÆH

Homixide, Homixide, Homixide

WÆH, yeah

Whoa, whoa, yeah, yeah

Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide

Hit, yeah, hold up (Yeah)


Verse 6

Yeah, I just been poppin' my shit and been gettin' it live, hold up (Shit)

Yeah, you try to come wrong 'bout this shit, we poppin' your tires, hold up (Shit)

Uh, hundred round (Whoa)

Feelin' like I'm on ten

Playin' both sides with these hoes, shorty, I'm fuckin' your friend (Hold up)

I've been goin' crazy, shorty, I've been in the deep end

She not innocent, uh, she just tryna go


Verse 7

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein

Talkin' 'bout, yeah, schyeah, oh-oh (WÆН)

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein (Schyeah, oh-oh)

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein, fein

Talkin' 'bout, talkin' 'bout (Let's go)


Verse 8

I just been icin' my hoes, I just been drippin' my hoes (Drippin' my hoes)

This is a whole 'nother level, shorty, I got these hoes on they toes (Hoes on they toes)

I put the bitch on the road, she tryna fuck on the O, hold up, hold up

I got this ho with me, she tryna show me somethin', hold up, hold up (Oh)

I got flows for days, these **** ain't knowin' nothin', hold up, yeah (Oh)

Me and my boy locked in, you know we on one, hold up, uh (Slatt, slatt)

We in the spot goin' crazy until the sun up

You worried about that ho, that ho done chose up (Slatt, bitch-ass)

Uh, pistols all in the kitchen, can't give the zip code up, hold up, yeah (Wow)

Fein, fein, fein (Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Yeah)

Why the fuck these **** actin' like they know us?

Double O, Cactus, yeah, we towed up (Skrrt, skrrt)

Switch out the bag, these **** get rolled up, hold up, slatt (It's lit)

Everything hit, hold up, everything Homixide, Homixide

Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide


Verse 9

Fein, fein, fein, fein, fein, fein

Everything Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide, Homixide

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