Wake Up F1lthy chords by Playboi Carti

Chorus:
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           Uh
F1LTHY said, Wake up, wake up"
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Uh
had to go get the cake, cake up, uh
               Gb
 Racks on me, racks up, racks up
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Uh, money on  the floor, different hoes

Verse 1:

Uh, clockin' that bitch
I got her lo'
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Uh, two in rotation
I'm movin'       slow- mo
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Jump  out that fire, I let off that pole
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      Uh
pass her La Flame, now    she want the O
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Drugs in my body, oh yeah
let's  go
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Ooh, hoes in the lobby, oh yeah, let's  go
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      Couple hits to your body
now you smell like mold
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Jump out the party
I look like Mitch Modes
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 I know    some bitches that's ready to hit it, they poppin' that shit
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Paint on her pussy
I suck on that titty, I turn on that tit
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Oh, you in Savannah? Come  to Atlanta
come hold on this dick
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Me and F1LTHY, we gettin'  filthy, we so rich, gah

Ah, ha, ah
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 I'm rollin' off X
can't feel  my head, can't feel my feet
yeah
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 The opps on live, they tellin' lies, why y'all speak?
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It's Double- 05, we mob tied, leave a n* a weak

Verse 2:

Pass me something, ease my soul
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Two rotations    'round they  go
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Only me    and them I know, oh, oh
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She gon' flip, she go berserk
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She a freak
I make her squirt
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I took two and    now I'm turnt
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Fucked La Flame  and now she burn
                   Bbm
Please, tell that bitch to beat it
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Told her act like though you did it
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This is madness when I'm dizzy
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Different bodies comin' in and out, it like my Glock, it switches
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Avoid the lobby when we go, damn, it's 4 a. m. I'm lit
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Chat, it's a four inside my lemonade, I'm tryin'  not to twitch
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J's out in the street feet up at your six
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I'm  up, but on turtle time
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I come from the city of pop trunk and elbows
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When she done mixing mine
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She give me that sixty- nine while    I play six- four

Chorus:

Uh, F1LTHY said, Wake up, wake up"
    Gb
Uh
had to go get the cake, cake up, uh

Racks on me, racks up, racks up

Uh, money on  the floor, different hoes