TYGA - The Feelin' lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Ya niggas want interviews, want to ask me how I feel, how this feel, how I feel

Nigga I ain't D'Angelo! I'm droppin' new shit all the time, play my shit!

Yeah, all that shit right there bruh-bruh

(Hook)

Ahh, don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hate

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

Ask me how I feel to hop in a wraith and skate, and now I'm leavin' State

Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake

Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day

I ain't spend a 20 in a minute, I been breakin' hundreds in

Keep the change, cuz I will fuck yo change baby

(Verse)

Since I jumped in the game ain't fun I been the same don't jump in my lane baby

Told ya I was bussin' out the bag, finna fuck up some change baby

Spent a lump on the gang we all stunt we the same this my muh-fuckin' name baby

It's T-Raww so ya know I'm goin' raw, I'm finna fuck up the game baby

My mama told me stop buyin' jewelry cuz it's too much bling but there's no such thing

I got a little bitch on the west, all she do is suck me, she's my little suck ting

I got a little bitch on the east, all she do is fuck me, she's my little fuck ting

When we hook up on the south side put 'em both together they my little slut ting

All my bitches undefeated, all my niggas run the city, all my enemies tell 'em come and get me

Don't ask me how I feel to hear a nigga speak my name, ask me how I let the feel in the Bentley

Don't ask me how I feel to know these niggas resent me

Ask me how I feel to know all these hoes can't resist me, ooh

And fuck an interview, I'm too busy getting busy

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

Out in Saint Tropez nigga ask me how I feel, is the wind warm, is the champagne chill?

Shit I just want to chill, on a yacht making bills

I could've been a Chef, I know how to make a meal (mill)

I'm eating with my gang think my last name Gates cuz I always pay the Bill

And I put my niggas on nigga ask me how it feel

They rollies ain't tickin' all my niggas getting splinters cuz they drippin' wood wheels

Niggas talkin' beef, I got a few OG's that'll throw ya on the grill

Give me that mouth, I'll give ya them shoes, she head ova heels

Niggas in them interviews been the truth, neva get the truth tho

Ya know how I do, get all my shit new, that's why I'm always in the news yo

Here's a question, where the fuck was ya when I was sleepin' on a futon

So fuck a interview cuz ya fuckin' up my view dawg

(Hook)

(Outro)

Woulda rather know how it feel, to cop yo mom a house on the hills

Fish tanks with the shark in the eels, just enough cash, that all yo pains heal

Would ya eva, eva, eva know how it feels, finna tink cam champagne and let it spill

Eva heard Bun B tell ya u trill, it's the ash real, I could to tell ya how it feel

Would ya eva, eva, eva, know how it feel? Probably not!

Would ya eva, eva, eva know how it feel? Probably not, probably not

Thanks to constantinv for correcting these lyrics