Feelin'myself

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Iont know what's in my cup
(Nope)

Yea
But it got me feeling corrupt

28 grams of that pressure 
Whatchu gon do
We save it all for the blunts 
Roll that shut up and I light it 
Puff puff
Them I'm goin pass it to bruhh

Girl I get high as I want 
(Duhh)

I know when enough is enough

We ain't doin nothin basic
Whaaaaat

I love a pretty bitch 
Ion never chase it

Only fuckin wit the Aces

Countin up the faces 
Fuckin different races

Iont ever wanna choose 
I know this game girl I'm stickin to rule

Everything 4 $ale
Maybe even you 

We could run it up 
Money through the roof

Either way we gettin to the paper 
They gon think niggas gotta fuckin printer

I was still fuxkin wit microwave 
Now stuffed salmon when I'm eating dinner 

Nigga too kool 
Cut the fan down
Woo
Slickest nigga out
Hands 

They still still sayin what they wanna do

But they see me round 
They'ont make a sound 

I jus be feelin myself 
Duhh

Cuttin up 
That's a topchef

Fast money ain't stop yet

So if it look good ima cop that 
Thank you

Pop a jiffy
And be high as a hippy
(Woo)
Pressure in my pocket 
Singing like Whitney 

My homie said he bout to get that Mercedes 
I really think I could he could of got him a Bentley 

I keep it commin we ain't missin a step 
I ain't goin less the offer a check
Gettin to the bread, split baguette
Free my Nigga d1rty, that's for the set
Ima hol it down stick wit the plan 
We gon hol it down fuxk what they sayin 

Every now and then I f*ck wit perkys
Bitch you that I ain't poppin no xan 
Percolating

Hell no you can come to the spot 
You goin have to buy more then a gram 

An tell em niggas ima pull up on em like a huggie
An wan see that cash on demand 

An let em know that we gon pull up mask
Hunting for niggas 
Jus like the clan 

Let know we wit the shit 
A pull up wit some shit
That make that boy forget what he sayin 
Yea what was that

I had to tell la baby that the way she bounce that booty
Makin me forget what I'm sayin 

Wiggle pop it 
She gon wiggle pop it 

I'll fall behind it 
Let her know I ain't playin 

Press up on it 
I can never drop it 
But you know I jus gotta feel that in my hand

If you drink it 
Ima buy it 
Promise I got it 
My Pockets on supersayan

I jus be feelin myself 
Duhh

Cuttin up 
That's a top chef 

Fast money ain't slowin down 
So I run it up and not look back 
Bye bye

Keep the pressure
Know I stay wit the sticky 
(Dope)
Pop a jiffy
So you know why I'm itchy 
(F*ck)
La baby say she wan be in and out 
But she gon see that i havin no quickies 
(Come here)

Tell em pick a side 
Never play the middle 

We can fuxk it up 
Or we can keep it civil 

Mamma told me if you chillin down by the 
Swamps

Ya ga keep ya head on a swivel 
 
We can go and meet
Or we can come and getchu 

Know that nigga pussy
Get that boy some tissue

Better watch ya mouth 
B4 I f*ck ya bitch 
know she wit the shit
Know she got that missile

I jus be feelin myself 
(Duhh)
I jus be feelin myself 
 I jus be feelin myself 
(Duhh)
I jus be feelin myself 
Yea I jus be feelin myself 

All these drugs ain't good for my health 

Fly shit still top shelf

This gang shit
We iont need

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