What A Feeling
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feat. Audio Push & Kent M$ney Say hello to the young god of the game Popular name, hb all I drop is the flame Nah nigga, we are not in the same Boat, car, plane, bus or a stage, coach Just a bunch of young niggas from the ghetto Now the way they caught us, was emily carmello Ballin, don perignon, keep chicks crawling Bossin, I ain’t talking ditto, but nigga we stay flossin Hands down, so the crowd keep they hands up I live in a hot rise, that’s why she keep her ass up I’m the ghetto black trump, Spread the word, spread the word Me and my niggas all on now Roger that, federer, never scared [Hook] What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much Just count these millions What a feeling, get top in the benz But it ain’t no ceiling What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas That’s over there grilling Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much y’all ain’t really, really want much This for the niggas that came, never had a rink But we going hard in the paint Got it battle like a no limit tank That’s your litte dame, tell her come up over here and play With a fresh nigga to a deep div like nothing amphetamine These other rappers I’m better than Brink going sowing my leather jeans Coming up, up, man I never had a dad Riding with my mama, with no exit in the cadillac Away from tryina get outfits See young taking them house licks Now money coming like a baseball pitch, fast Nigga we all rich! [Hook] What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much Just count these millions What a feeling, get top in the benz But it ain’t no ceiling What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas That’s over there grilling Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much y’all ain’t really, really want much 100k on the block, money all the time with the pay on the watch 22’s caught the eye, but the funny thing is that I came in the stock Gotta raise by the drop, young nigga move around like I’m posed to Fuck love, love tell me what that throat do Let a nigga coach you, then I can’t approach you My niggas knock niggas out tysons Your niggas my niggas led by guns My niggas make your niggas buy guns Full of pumps if the niggas speak with dry lungs My team’s high this weed loud I’m ignant and I’m getting it Green toes can’t imagine this pigment Nigga keep dreaming, and I’m feeding that segment, look! [Hook] What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much Just count these millions What a feeling, get top in the benz But it ain’t no ceiling What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas That’s over there grilling Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much y’all ain’t really, really want much I ain’t even have to write this Grill on while I rap get like this You hating niggas left click then right click Runnin round always talking bout my click See these niggas won’t hold me back, Cause these niggas won’t hold these racks Tell them broke boys stop it Cause they ain’t gonn stop my profit , no You got m’s, I got g’s You would take l’s cause you are not these Young g’s killing everything natzis Last letter killing everything not z That mean a through y is gonn die While I count up this bread and ride out with bryce On the passenger side while your girl send me... You niggas can’t defeat me like fake legs [Hook] What a feeling, ain’t worry bout much Just count these millions What a feeling, get top in the benz But it ain’t no ceiling What a feeling, ain’t worry bout them niggas That’s over there grilling Cause y’all ain’t really, really want much y’all ain’t really, really want much.
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