Dave East - Feelin Nice lyrics
rate meMy blunt is lit, my remi cold
Some too young to sip, still drinkin henny slow
I seen a hunned chicks, half of them wanna go
I made a hunned flips, before I wrote a song
Until my hunneds long, bank account gaining interest
I used to hang on benches, now my music banging bizness
You better claim your bitches, for they gone with the wind
For I’m gone with her friend, pour patron and I’m in
That green box, used to trap like we don’t see cops
Classic shit no reebok, blasting shit while the d’s watch
Bringing up my past life, I’ll never drop like detox
Blowing white, now the street’s hot
If you movin right, you can cheat cops
Bad bitch from the strip joint, tattoo on her right thigh
Asking why she like to strip chances are she might like
Might tell you she going to school
Might tell you she got a son
Might tell you she new in town
Might tell you she got a gun
Tryina read your body language, I just hope I read it right
You’ve been talkin so much shit, so I’m tryina see tonight
It was bright up in the club, when we get home don’t no lights
Don’t take much to turn me up but I be chillin, he on ice
I was smoke I’m feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Cold bottles feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Pop the pill I’m feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Half my team was dealin white, bitch we living life
Started from the basement, now them photo show our faces
Racing just to touch this paper, fuck a hater, I don’t hate him
Bitches playing, I play em, never trickin for I lay em
Feelin what I be saying, I’m saying nigga you bullshittin
Shootin out, you ain’t ready for war, we 4 clippin
No religion, pool pittin, liquor spilled on scriptures
These bitches be like he bullshittin
Never that ain’t got the time, cedar stacks just watch the grind
7 stacks when night arrives, og got that special taste
Guess I’ll just respect the hate, here to set the record straight
Naked babes and lots of wine
Lots of dimes
Started out with pots and pans,
Kendrick wasn’t the only one whippin his mama fam
A couple clips my only gun could fit inside my hand
Them rappers talkin bout they was clappers prolly ran
I know niggas that provided grams inside the can
Hennessy got me on tilt, sour inside my veins
Tryina read your body language, I just hope I read it right
You’ve been talkin so much shit, so I’m tryina see tonight
It was bright up in the club, when we get home don’t no lights
Don’t take much to turn me up but I be chillin, he on ice
I was smoke I’m feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Cold bottles feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Pop the pill I’m feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Half my team was dealin white, bitch we living life
It was bright up in the club, when we get home don’t no lights
Don’t take much to turn me up but I be chillin, he on ice
I was smoke I’m feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Cold bottles feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Pop the pill I’m feelin nice, bitch I’m feelin nice
Half my team was dealin white, bitch we living life.
