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FOMF (feat. Dave B.)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
FOMF (feat. Dave B.) was released on May 2, 2025 by Motion Records as a part of the album FOMF (feat. Dave B.) - Single
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Release DateMay 2, 2025
LabelMotion Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM59

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave B.
Dave B.
Rap
Chizlonies
Chizlonies
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chizom Okebugwu
Chizom Okebugwu
Songwriter
David Bowman
David Bowman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Pdub the Producer
Pdub the Producer
Producer

Lyrics

Here go this same **** again
What do you want bro
Every time I'm here you here
Tryna holla at me talkin bout going out to eat
No
You ugly
You ain't even got no car but you at the gas station
**** get the fuck out my face
My opps stay talking noise yeah they been counting my days
I'm on the grind tryna make more than I'm paid
(HUSTLE) if you ain't wit me get the fuck out my space
Fuck out my (WHAT?)
Get the fuck out my face
Brought that brown with the green I'm rolling
Add juice mix it up like Roland
No Bron Bron but I been felt Chosen
Clean clothes how my opps been folding
Controlling all of the moves
Time after time I show and I prove
Breaching my space then you get removed
Gold mine rush when I'm in the booth
Fuck out my face, obviously you don't know yo place
Paid In Full, I'm feeling like Ace
Get money like Mitch made
Rico type, you **** is bitch made
Been told y'all I'm better in all ways
Drip drop hard it's feeling like gold rain
EA Sports bitch it's all in the game
Y'all all lame get the fuck out my face
My opps stay talking noise yeah they been counting my days
I'm on the grind tryna make more than I'm paid
(HUSTLE) if you ain't wit me get the fuck out my space
Fuck out my (WHAT?)
Get the fuck out my face
Dishes dirty kinda impervious at least my plate is clean
**** earning nada with feet at table expect to feast
How I get this Prada on jock without looking up to me
Of course it sound like game to you baby I'm in another league
Hey
Shea to grease the knuckles 'case the time slip
Love me from a distance 'case the vibes shift
Got him waiting on you when you right here, that don't make sense
Ay
Fast money and crash dummies painted my past for me
Last Sunday I prayed jokingly this week naaan funny
Don't speak, push feet, put it in the bag for me
Tried space, good grace, it never last for me
Unabridged and unafraid
Traded hail for summer shade
Traitors couldn't stunt my growth
All I ask for is another day
My opps stay talking noise yeah they been counting my days
I'm on the grind tryna make more than I'm paid
(HUSTLE) if you ain't wit me get the fuck out my space
Fuck out my (WHAT?)
Get the fuck out my face
I thought I told you get the fuck up out my face (thought I told you)
I can't console you cuz I really can't relate (I don't know you, naw)
I can't control the game that karma wanna play (Life gon show you)
You not accountable you bound to shift the blame so (I'm gon fold you)
Fuck up out my muthafuckin face (Fuck up out my face)
Keep the fuck from round me out the way (You can keep the fuck up out my way)
You the type of existence that ima always hate (Ima always hate you)
Please just get the fuck up out my face
You gotta go
You gotta get the fuck up out my face
I really need you to get out my space
I don't know any other way to say
Fuck up out my face
You ain't even got no car but you at the gas station
Is the epitome of every single **** that's ever tried to talk to me
At the fucking gas station
You're at the gas station not in your car but you're trying to spit game
You're at the gas station fully unable to pump or pay for my gas
Because chivalry is dead and you broke ****
Make it make sense and not fuckin dollars you lame-o
Written by: Chizom Okebugwu, David Bowman
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