Testo Only Feel Right - Yung Kizo
Testo della canzone Only Feel Right (Yung Kizo), tratta dall'album LUMEN
Pullin' in and hoppin' in that Rolls
Pullin up and steppin' in that big body
Walk up in the club and I just popped a whole Molly baby
And I'm feelin' like a nerd the way I'm geeking, uh
But I'm feelin' happy when I'm zonin' in that bitch now
Only feel right with my gang, uh
Only feel right with my gang, fasho
Imma pour the whole damn thing
Imma pour the whole damn eighth, fasho
Ridin' in that coupe now
Ridin' in that coupe now, takin' off the roof now
Yeah, I'm with my troops now
Draco with the scope yeah, wachu gon' do now
Used to ride that Honda, now I got that Porsche
Used to be a broke bitch, now my money galore
Countin' shootas, now we blastin' through your door
Put that pistol to your head bitch, get on the floor
Boy I'm chillin with my niggas when we're hoppin' in that Rolls
Heard a fake nigga hatin' cause we takin shit, fasho
Boy I hate a fake nigga, he gon' switch, he gon' fold
Imma get this fuckin' dough whether that shit new or that shit old
Uh, give a fuck if that shit old or new
We done fucking made it nigga, we done made the news
We gon' charge them broke boys, they gon pay the dues
Used to be a broke boy, nigga down too
Man I'm so up, what about you
You think I give a fuck whatchu gon' do
Boy I gotta drake and a K too
Got me some grenades, that shit gon' boom
Pour it my soda, while I'm in my rover
Boy they think it's over, I'm finna expose her
Shawty think she with me, she ain't on my roster
I need me that mac and cheese, mix it with that lobster
I done got this fucking green, I done got this pasta
Hop up in that limousine, boy I live this stardom
Kick him in his fuckin chest, now we up in Sparta
But this ain't the end of me, I gotta go harder
Only feel right with my gang, uh
Only feel right with my gang, fasho
Imma pour the whole damn thing
Imma pour the whole damn eighth, fasho
Only feel right with my gang, uh
Only feel right with my gang, fasho
Imma pour the whole damn thing
Imma pour the whole damn eighth, fasho
I remember when, huh
I remember when, couldn't make them meets end
I remember when i could've fucked your bestfriend
But I ain't even do it 'cause I thought you was my mans
Now I really should've fucked that hoe when I had the chance
Now I'm wishin you fuckin smoked, put one through the head
It's alright though 'cause I know you broke, can't afford your meds
It's alright though, I know you a joke, can't make back your bread
I know you a geeker, you a tweaker
Boy you need your pills more than you need her
Man I'd hate to see you now, I'd hate to be ya
I'd bet you'd beg for five dollars like it's Little Caesars
I'd bet you hate to see this shit
I'd bet you hate to see this shit that done happened to you
And you done cut off all your friends, I can't even help you
But it don't matter anymore, just do what you do
Only feel right with my gang, uh
Only feel right with my gang, fasho
Imma pour the whole damn thing
Imma pour the whole damn eighth, fasho
Only feel right with my gang, uh
Only feel right with my gang, fasho
Imma pour the whole damn thing
Imma pour the whole damn eighth, fasho
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Writer(s): Matthew Dumel
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