Testo Feel Good - Fresco Trey
Testo della canzone Feel Good (Fresco Trey), tratta dall'album Feel Good
Thomas Crager
Ayy, diamonds dancin', drippin' on my wrist, it make me feel good
She just want a nigga fuck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now
A hunnid on the E-Way with the top down
Prayin' to the Lord that I don't flop now
And when I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out
She don't love me, she fell in love with the VVS (ooh-ooh)
I bet you won't believe me, I been on the road for the past five days
She know it's no fun when I have my way
She can get replaced in the fastest way, ayy
Ayy, if love hurts, I guess I love pain
But I won't put you in this shit 'cause it's a tough game
And I got too comfortable with sticks, I gave my guns names
How I leave my heat, and go to L.A. like I'm LeBron James
I did it once, I'll do it again, I fucked two girls and they was friends
And they like, "How he do whatever he want?" 'Cause bitch, I'm the man
Diamonds dancin', drippin' on my wrist, it make me feel good
She just want a nigga fuck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
I'ma shoot my shot, no, I can't stop now
A hunnid on the E-Way with the top down
Prayin' to the Lord that I don't flop now
And when I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out
It's the lifestyle, hunnid different women gettin' piped down
I'm alright now, and I can hit the mall, get what I like now
Yeah, I buy my bitch Chanel when we fight now
Do the dash in the new whip, hope that they don't stop me
I know that they hatin', but it's all about my broccoli
Cheese, cheddar monopoly, I don't hang with no posse
Playin' with that stick, you can get puck, ain't talkin' hockey
I know she don't like it when I do the dash
Pull up in the Benz, they like, "Who is that?"
She say that she love me, girl you movin' fast
I do what I want, and yeah, I'm true to that
Chillin' In L.A., I'm with the vibes
When she tell me that she love me, that shit cray, I know she lyin'
Ayy, I can't spare nobody but my brothers, that's on God
If your chick come 'round, a nigga lookin' good, you know she mine
Diamonds dancin', drippin' on my wrist, it make me feel good
She just want a nigga fuck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
I'ma shoot my shot, no I can't stop now
A hunnid on the E-Way with the top down
Prayin' to the Lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out
Credits
Writer(s): Terry Love, Tione Merritt, Thomas Crager, Trey Davis, Timothy Voltchek
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