03 Greedo — Feelings
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I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
Niggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
Niggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling
Touch screen everything, all the bling, bling
Nelly Furtado type of body fuck that ching, ching
Trade jams with the gold for my grimy things
Buddha man they get they clothes and I ain’t talkin’ Gs
Now I gotta speak in code, cause they be watchin’ me
They been sayin’ we all GOAT, I’m like probably
Niggas wanna fuck my hoe, wanna copy me
Call me [?] Blood before a job with me
Remember you wanted some drawers and had no broccoli?
And you pulled up on yo lil plug and got a lot from me?
Remember when I did that time you trued to hide from me?
Ain’t had no Glock for me, wouldn’t even lie for me
I’ma pull a Suge Knight and hang you off a balcony
I seen you tweeting bout the piece, I know you scared to shoot police
The only time you vouch for me is when they lookin’ round for me
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
Niggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
Niggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling
I can see you pussy niggas from the bars, hotel top floor
(whoa, whoa, high as a blimp)
When I step out of my car, pretty bitches hop out, open my doors
(whoa, whoa, just like a player, yeah)
Trappin’ and wrappin’ then things up, if you ain’t talkin’ rappin’ I hang up
Start doin’ numbers you change up, your homie gon’ turn to a stranger
Some niggas bang with their guns, some niggas bang with their fingers
You might look up some niggas and bitches who don’t give a fuck, still let you hang out
They only around cause you dangerous, they only around cause you famous
Gold in my mouth, I got hoes in the South
Mid-west sittin’ at the house, everyone be acting out
And they hate that, wanna be me, figured it out
I got a million bucks, nigga wanna dress like me
Fly high like me, low life, ask me
Straight lane muggin’ out, what the fuck is that about
How the fuck you know my name, I be fuckin’ up the game up the game
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
Niggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these niggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
Niggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling
