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Feel Myself
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Feel Myself was released on June 21, 2024 by GoodTalk as a part of the album The Giant
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Release DateJune 21, 2024
LabelGoodTalk
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM95

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Yavo
Big Yavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Yaven Mailden
Yaven Mailden
Songwriter
Thomas Horton
Thomas Horton
Songwriter
Anthony Wisdom Okoro
Anthony Wisdom Okoro
Songwriter
David Cabral
David Cabral
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TnTXD
TnTXD
Producer
D Keyz
D Keyz
Producer
The Man
The Man
Producer
Drew Kelly
Drew Kelly
Recording Engineer
HennyTrack
HennyTrack
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Go
It's the largest you know that
Humungous, enormous, however you wanna put it
Same thing, aye
[Verse 1]
Five percent, she ain't see me when I pulled up
Full pockets, full clip, and a full cup
Buddy thought that he was sporting his bitch, but he don't do enough
Gentleman, but shawty like it when I do it rough
Aye, you a damn fool if you think I ain't got that blicky tucked
Make it rain inside the club and watch a thick bitch pick it up
Yeah, I just made money evaporate
This money make me feel myself, but I ain't masturbating
[Chorus]
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Drop some racks on top his head and make him kill his self
[Verse 2]
Yeah, we'll make the pussy **** whack his self
Get in that kitchen, whip that dope, it ain't gon' crack itself
I want my son to have 700 before he turn seven
This car been following us too long, my ****, turn left
And if they turn with us, just hop out, give 'em hot shells
Just dropped 20K on the floor, sound like a Glock fell
Don't put no noodles in that skillet, boy, that pot smell
Bumping fishes, ain't talking grease but this a hot scale
Aye, let me tell you something, I came from nothing
I got these chains on, but I ain't changed for nothing
These **** holding on to it, that's the same money
I serve raw and smack on the same Monday
I serve Haley and Hank to the same junkies
I told Auntie calm down 'cause the plane coming
Yeah, that plane landing
I'm jigging and my chain dancing
Know lil' shawty bad, she let me slut her 'cause she ain't fancy
My partner make a plank vanish, pockets on cheese danish
I know you get that green off, get in that sink, Stanley
Give me thirty-five, forty-five minutes and this shit stink, Stanley
Yeah, that trap stank, that dope make you evacuate
First time counting a honey bun I got fascinated
Scratch that, dedicated, you see the elevation
When you see me, turn your tassel like the graduation
I had **** sit back cap like I ain't motivate 'em
Man, you a fucking hater, these **** fucking traitors
I made lil' shawty get on that road with a fucking trailer
Most of these **** going somewhere without no destination
Long as that money coming in, you ain't gotta tell me, baby
[Chorus]
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Drop some racks on top his head and make him kill his self
[Chorus]
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Feel myself, yeah, that money make me feel myself
Drop some racks on top his head and make him kill his self
Written by: Anthony Wisdom Okoro, David Cabral, Thomas Horton, Yaven Mailden
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