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Feels So Good
Lyricist:Rakim Mayers Composer:Rakim Mayers
Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring
My diamond's shinin', yours cloudy Diamond's ice, play hockey
Lean got me feelin' drowsy
Stripper bih, she work at Follies
Meet me at the hotel lobby Air Max, runnin' to the money
You ain't takin' nothin' from me And I'm gon' die 'bout it
(Focus) From demons, distractions To all the reactions of fame She probably collapsin' her heart over taxes I'm blowin' a kiss on the way Production big, can't fit on a stage Too many fans to fit in the crowd Too many bands to get 'em on stage Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage I say in advance, so pay in advance I'm way too advanced to figure him out I set the bar, don't give 'em a break The bar's too high to give it a raise A flow, like God, so give him a raise Stones I got, I get 'em appraised Draw my Glock and get him erased Flow you got, I give it away
Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no, no) To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face) Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank
Niggarace, new Versace
Sippin' sake with my posse (yeah, ah) Eat that pussy like hibachi Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (ah, alright) Salvador Dalí, her body (yeah) It's a work of art, you copy? (yeah, Ferg)
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Nigga, all she do pilates I go hard, you rappers copy ( damn)
'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew?
Niggarace, new Versace
I be mobbin' with my posse Stretch that coochie like pilates
I'm gon' eat it like hibachi Play no game, no Tamagotchi
Finger froze like Liberace
Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me While I rep Trilluminati
Yah, oh, right Pelle Pel, butter soft, we was in 'em lobbies Holla holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy
Thousand band like Fauni , yeah All in the forest, hey Lookin' for porridge, hey
Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah That's with the bomber, huh Fuck up some commas, hey, hmm Glock for the drama, hey Do what I want, fuck when I wanna...
'Cause it feels so good when it's you And it feels so good when it's new 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy) Why you actin' like you ain't knew?
() Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no)
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy) () Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)
Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww) Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy) Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think) Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring Yuh (what?)
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