“I Just Left Houston I Just Left Earth Lyrics” sung by Playboi Carti, Da$H & Maxo Kream represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Fetti by Playboi Carti.
I Just Left Houston I Just Left Earth Lyrics
[Intro: Playboi Carti]
Gas in my blunt (I can’t go in, I ain’t ready)
Lean in my cup, what the f^^k? What the f^^k?
(Fetti on fetti on fetti)
Uh (I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, fetti on fetti)
(808 Mafia)
Moneybags, yeah, uh
Moneybags, n^^ga, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti
Fetti on fetti on fetti, fetti on fetti on fetti (Yeah, yeah)
(808 Mafia)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt (Yeah)
Got some hoes who gon’ f^^k (Yeah)
I’m still pouring up (Uh)
I can see in his face (See in his face)
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho’ give me face (What?)
That ho’ give me faith
D^^n, that ho give me face
Uh, uh, fetti on fetti on fetti, uh
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti
[Verse 1: Da$H]
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, that drank on me heavy
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, them pills kickin’ heavy
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, that 40 too heavy (Heavy)
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready (Yeah)
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready, just count up my fetti (So, yeah, so)
Mr. Never Lackin’, bust a package
Bills can get paid off of rappin’, still I keep to trappin’
Used to hunnid sack it, now I f^^k a actress (F^^k)
S^^t, I’m just thinkin’ how it happened
Had to get explicit, had to make ’em listen
Movin’ out them pounds, n^^gas started snitchin’
Loadin’ up them rounds, n^^gas started missin’
Move it out of town and Tommy Cruise the mission (Yeah)
Converse with my addictions, don’t talk, I just listen (Just listen)
Five drugs that I’m mixin’, money only thing on my vision
Infatuated with them semis and ‘matics
All of my n^^gas is thugs with some habits (Habits)
Like grandma TV, we been with the static
I f^^k on this b^^ch and she say she from Athens
(She say she from Athens, (808 Mafia))
Opiated so I’m demonstratin’ my emotion less
Got some real n^^gas quotin’ this (Quotin’ this)
Got your main b^^ch holdin’ s^^t (Holdin’ s^^t, holdin’ s^^t)
Lost a few things as of recent, life anything but decent
When we re-up on my teeth
It’s the only time you catch me cheesin’, it’s Dolla
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston
I just left Earth
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ f^^k
I’m still pourin’ up
I can see in his face
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho’ give me face
That ho’ give me faith (D^^n)
That ho’ give me face
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti
[Verse 2: Maxo Kream]
Shippin’ a pack and it’s vacuum sealed
30 on 40, keep that concealed
Just bought a pint, I’ma crack the seal
Strap on my side like a Navy SEAL
Three in the morning, we trappin’ still (Trap)
Matte black on rover, the Batmobile
Don’t trust that n^^ga ’cause he gon’ squeal (Nah)
Not buyin’ s^^t if the pack not sealed (Don’t want it)
I’m faded, I’m faded, off Xannies I’m wasted
My b^^ches they nasty, they s^^k it and taste it (S^^k)
I’m short on my patience, I’m servin’ my patient
I’m very impatient, lil’ b^^ch come get n^^ed
Pack comin’ in but I don’t need to weigh it
Chopper en route, I shoot once and s^^t sprayin’ (Pew-pew-pew)
Can’t come in my trap, the front door is gated
My prices inflated, my plug name is David
Drippin’ through the city got a little b^^ch in Babee’Os
F^^ked me on the spot ’cause she heard me on the radio
Three b^^ches, one of me, that’s a perfect ratio
Don’t wanna f^^k the ho’, I just want fellatio (Ah)
Let her play with the nut, put it in her bootyhole
Pop a couple pills and I beat it like a stereo (Ah)
Stuffed cup, Backwoods, ridin’ ’round, merry-go
Cup need a oil change, Actavis I love to pour (Drank)
Hit a stain, hoggin’ lanes, grippin’ grain, gettin’ throwed (808 Mafia)
Leave you brains in the grain, you another John Doe
No holds barred, when you see me I’ma let it go
No more ‘gars so we rollin’ up the fronto (Fo, fo, fo, fo, fo)
No more ‘gars ’cause we rollin’ out the fronto
I’m in H-Town, n^^ga, and I can never go
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston (Yeah)
I just left Earth (I did)
Lean in my cup
Gas in my blunt
Got some hoes who gon’ f^^k
I’m still pourin’ up
I can see in his face (See in his face, what?)
Designer on my waist
Now you all in her face
That ho’ give me face
That ho’ give me faith
D^^n, that ho give me face (Uh, uh)
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti on fetti
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti
[Outro: Playboi Carti]
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I just left Houston (I just left Houston), I just left Earth (I just left Earth), uh
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
I can’t go in, I ain’t ready
Fetti on fetti
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