Lyrics

How U Feel Fat Trel (Ain't no more lean) Give a fuck bout the next nigga I get money for real I met that pussy on Ocean Drive I gave dat pussy a pill It's 50 shots in da Mac clip It's either kill or be killed I got da pot doing backflips My paper like somebody momma left me a will I'm foreal my nigga do what you feel Cuz rich niggas they goin do what they feel Can't fold, Lips closed they sealed. And since I'm rich she let me cop me a feel We rich niggas we goin do what we feel. (1) I come from the city where it's no pity Niggas walking wit hand choppas and 100s of 50s Deese niggas bitches Call dey momma tell her come & get em It's either that or shoot him, shoot whoever wit him Hope Lord forgive me I'm soo silly, No he prolly won't She say she love you let me fuck dat mean she prolly don't Dat thot was shown It was known from the get-go From the jump come meet me at da Citgo I got da pump All deese niggas wan run wit us So it's obvious the see dat we is number 1 And I ain't fucking wit a freak unless it's 3 of us One sucking One fucking while I'm rolling up () I Give a fuck bout the next nigga I get money for real I met that pussy on Ocean Drive (I met dat pussy on Ocean) I gave dat pussy a pill (She just popped her a pill) It's 50 shots in da Mac clip (It's 50 shots in the BOW!) It's either kill or be killed I got da pot doing backflips My paper like somebody momma left me a will I'm foreal my nigga do what you feel (What you feel) Cuz rich niggas they goin do what they feel Can't fold, Lips closed they sealed. And since I'm rich she let me cop me a feel We rich niggas we goin do what we feel (2) In the Jungle wit Gorillas Eating pussies for dinner
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Reeves Martrel Rayshard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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