Lil' Keke - Feel Good Don't It lyrics

rate me

[talking]

That light green, got boys head twisted back

We steady rolling up, we getting full of that shit fellas

Studio time, 12 to 12 dropping this hot shit

This for y'all niggaz out there holding and rolling

Shop to shop, do your thang go on shine

[Lil' Keke]

I got to move swiftly, laws wanna get me

Donuts in the parking lot, Ferrari 3-60

I crank it up, I'm bout to flash the whip

23's-24's, when it's time to dip

When it's time to flip, Call Manny Shetill

45's infrareds, with them extra clips

Hit the highway turning, Yokohamas burning

Seat pushed back, as I hold the wood sturning

We holding, we bout to shatter the mix

I got two cars behind me, that's the 5 and 6

And we smoking and drinking, what y'all niggaz thinking

Hit the lot quick, with them park lights blinking

Slow your roll, cause my game's so cold

Ain't no need to trip, mayn we out of control

Plus we sitting on swoll, that's just how we roll

Ship a half a mill quick, cause the game is sold

[Hook]

Gon rock it gon drop it, till you reach the top

Off the showroom flo', baby straight to the shop

It feel good don't it, and your chick want it

In the whip looking good, 22's on it

Now you crawling, shot calling

Me and my click acting up, man we balling

We do show after show, drop hit for hit

CMG on the rise, and I love that shit

[Lil' Keke]

Ok it's picture perfect, so won't you paint a perfect picture

Four 15's knocking, I'ma let the bang hit you

I'ma touch a mill ticket, when I drop

Hit the stage grab the mic, let the crowd rock

Tell them fake niggaz, that they got to roll out

Walk up in Reliant, and the place sold out

Everytime we do it mayn, you know that's how it go

Boppers going crazy, all in the front row

I gotta let her know, how she work her shit

Lock up on the mic, like a new born pit

I wouldn't give a damn, I'ma hold up my spot

Boys running high, when I'm coming out the shop

Let the top drop, like that nigga Pat

Snitches getting killed, drop the bomb on a rat

We do it like that, keep a nigga rolling

Chumps get out of line, Southside still holding, holding

[Hook]

[Lil' Keke]

Gon pop what you got, gon drop what you got

These thugs be getting hot, wanna touch that spot

Gon work it how it go, gon twerk it how it go

These gangstas up in the place, wanna see you get low

Time to start wrecking, niggaz get to stepping

Never roll your slab, without your automatic weapon

Highway flossing, 23's tossing

Watch yourself, I'm in the back lane crossing

Increase my speed, fire up my weed

Trying to find another corner, and a block to bleed

Drop some salt on the Don, man I wish you would

From the mic to the hood, and it's still all good

[Hook]