Testo How Does It Feel - Deante' Hitchcock feat. Kenny Mason
Testo della canzone How Does It Feel (Deante' Hitchcock feat. Kenny Mason), tratta dall'album BETTER (Deluxe)
Ayy, how does it
How does it feel? How does it feel?
How does it feel? How does it
Alright, ayy
Ayy, ayy, look
How does it feel knowing you had a chance?
It won't happen again
No, I understand, some folks just can't go where I can
I ain't tripping, it's part of the plan
What the fuck is you saying? I put it down, I ain't playing
I'm the GOAT, but I want me a Lamb'
But before you get in, I need that head first
I'm talking headfirst like a ram, you dig it?
Woke up that morning like, bitch, I'm the man with the plan
Tryna run up them bands finna pop like a Xan
I'm exclusive, I'm in high demand
Got this shit in the palm of my hand
I got plans in Japan
I done turnt up, I'll be damned
Ain't no cap, it's a wrap like Saran
Put that shit on your fam
Rockin' all white like the Klan
But bitch, you won't fuck with the clan, you dig it?
Swear I should have me a chip on my shoulder
But I'd rather put on a mink, for real
I ain't got time, got my problems in line
I been pushing myself to the brink, for real
Thankful for shawty, I know that she got me
Sometimes, she be helping me think, for real
Get in that pussy and doze off
Feel like I done popped me a sleeping pill
Thank you for snoozing, oh yeah, I be chilling
But I got the goonies on me
You know cuz in the club with the woolie on him
Nigga talk to him wrong, you might lose a homie
Tryna get you away from your mama Camry
We gon' pull up with twins, word to Lisa Landry
We ain't gold, but we look like we won a GRAMMY
You ain't solid, I know you don't understand it, for real
How does it feel knowing I done turnt up on y'all niggas?
And that shit ain't take me no time
How does it feel to see me
After all of the shit that I went through and see that I'm fine?
How does it feel to see that I made it, lil bitch?
Well, I hope that shit kill you inside
How does it feel to know I'm out here living my life
When y'all muhfuckers left me to die?
How does it feel?
Say how does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
How does it feel?
Yeah, how does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
How does it feel?
Yeah, how does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
How does it feel?
How does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
How does it feel, feel?
How does it feel?
Show me the nigga that taught me finessing
I probably finessed him, it probably impressed him
Ain't do no extra, it got me some extra
I already lapped him, he thought we play catch up
Ain't do no rentin', I copped these and kept 'em
Did not need no help from 'em, I feed myself
Studied the best 'til I studied myself
Can't be nobody 'til I be myself
Would ask you niggas, "How does it feel?"
But truly, I don't give a fuck how they feel
They ain't have me when my blood had been spilled
They ain't ask or give a fuck if I lived
Who was talking? You was talking
Mute was off when you was popping
Crew was popping, we could spot it
Through the 'partments, knew I had to move in silence
To incite it, too excited
Thinking if I pull this motherfucking pistol out then what you gon' do about it?
Is you sure you really tryna shoot it out with this lil' puppy with nothin' to lose? I doubt it
I'ma puncture the punk if he movin' rowdy
If I come for the commas, won't move without 'em
Either give me the loot or get looted out it
Send 'em to you so they could ask you about it, saying
How does it feel knowing I done turnt up on y'all niggas?
And that shit ain't take me no time
How does it feel to see me
After all of the shit that I went through and see that I'm fine?
How does it feel to see that I made it, lil bitch?
Well, I hope that shit kill you inside
How does it feel to know I'm out here living my life
When y'all muhfuckers left me to die?
How does it feel?
Say how does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
How does it feel?
Yeah, how does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
How does it feel?
Yeah, how does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
How does it feel?
How does it feel? How does it feel? Hey
Credits
Writer(s): Keir Gist, Eric Phillips, Skip Scarborough, Calvin L. Bellamy, Brandon Daniel, Donald C. Jr. Robinson
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