Lyrics:
Aye
They don't talk like me
Ayy, nigga, fuck a M-V-P, I'm the M-V-ME
I live my life like Calboy, why they envy me
Stay with the presidents on me
the same shit frontin' for ya growth
Now im top five like Dylan, I mean Dylan man
Chasin' billis wit tha world in the palm of my hands
Swimmin in cash,
Kill kill kill
How many killas you got on your mother fuckin pay roll nigga?
Snoop Dogg, C-Murder, and Silkk the Shocker
No limit (biatch)
dane
Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
He said, "when we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn'"
So he got in the car, lookin half-dead
So I
Tryna live my life any way I like it
Never let a simp' nigga mess up my eye lid
Something 'bout yo' eyes, they
Hit me by surprise, shit
Feelin' hella
color, they'd get an attitude
And my moms, yo, bless her soul
Alive, and bustin' her ass before twenty-five
Got a brother in a rage, uh, she ain't
Did I order pizza or something
Let me check
Ay
Let's Go
Yeah I got
1, 2, 3, 4
Milfs they knockin at my door
5, 6, 7, 8
Gimme coochie don't be late
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
and Indian cents
English pounds and Eskimo pence
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Give it all you got!
You lot! What?
Don't stop! Yeah!
Working for a rise,
u it wont be painless
Drinkin dis henny got me feelin stuck das why i got so much patience
Takin blunts to the face wit my niggas every smoke session
Parkers officer up in here like it's his office, I'm just tryna pay that one o'six
Said I'm just tryna pay that dollar and that six cents
Got a sick scent
as fuck
I live in the dark like Alaska
If I don't got a new hit
I ain't comin' up
Mixed, recorded, and mastered
By me the credits say volumes
To sum
I got this wine on my mind
feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
ain't what you need baby
I wanna know just how low
it goes
Official nasty
I got this wine on my mind
Feelin fine darlin
Now all you see baby
Ain't what you need baby
I want to know just how low
It goes
Official nasty
never had cents
Oh no
Fuck all them niggas they dodging
All of them bitches is my bitches
All of my niggas is mobbing
They didn't try us, we got it
I tell your bitch, "Grab my dick! Ha! Now masturbate it!"
Don't catch feelings man
How she not feelin' Cam?
And look her by the waist feelin' like
when we never raced
I be feelin' this too long
I be feelin this two ways
We been chillin' on the low
Keep my feelings on the low
Ain't got no Visine in
grilling at ya five guys
Fuck a 6-9 I'm trynna be a 5-9
Got extra clips for pussy since they got 9 lives
Get clapped by the .45 like you was a high five
sure that you ate
An if you ain't loyal fuck from by me
Swear thas some shit that i hate
They gon say i'm different cause i'm real
An thas some shit they
feelin me is what i'm hopin
I aint got no ties but I got alotta friends
No mo lies I aint gotta check in
I can't do it no no no
I can't do it no no no
Nooo
the shooter and a dealer
Money make the world go around but it will make ya niggas kill ya
Cause these niggas in they feelins
I got drizzle see a million
I'm
buddy
Showin' fake love, they don't love me
Girl, you a bug, no buggy
Leanin' in for a hug, no huggy
Three-five for a dub, hit the duggy
Got a toolie in
I got a babygirl she a masterpiece
She drop it like it's hot, she burnin' calories
Five star suite goin' down on the balcony
Louis V got me runnin'
.jpg/220px-Feelin's_(Teddy_Edwards_album).jpg "Feelin's")
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