Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How It Feel, artist - French Montana. Album song Coke Boys, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2012
Record label: Coke Boys
Song language: English
How It Feel |
| Imma get you home, and everything you want |
| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home |
| You and me, I’m on fire |
| I’m on fire |
| Key to the villa, fresh out with them killers |
| Montana, buy that Skrilla |
| Catch feelings, we don’t do those |
| Hit it from the back, kick her out the door |
| Hit my phone, ain’t no fun |
| All around, that’s a home run |
| Spent the whole month, flying back |
| Your bitch hit my line, my line |
| Shots of Patrone, on the trap phone |
| Feds at my crib, no one home |
| Home alone, bring it back |
| All the hoes love me like Income tax |
| Imma get you home, and everything you want |
| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home |
| You and me, I’m on fire |
| I’m on fire |
| From the Coope to the Benz, no friends |
| East coast shortey, I hit up French |
| Waist so small, snif this coke up |
| Ten mile long bankroll, give me the Cho-cha |
| She alright, she love the gangstas |
| She love my voice, I love her swagger |
| Take her to the trunk |
| Fuck the bitch, all in the tub |
| I be deep, like ships in oceans |
| She so nice, with that devotion |
| When I fuck, she don’t even hit the clutch |
| Bigger than a buck, shortey don’t give a fuck |
| You nasty, boy, you nasty |
| You nasty, girl, you nasty |
| You nasty, boy, you nasty |
| You nasty, girl, you so nasty |
| Imma get you home, and everything you want |
| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home |
| You and me, I’m on fire |
| I’m on fire |
| Welcome to the life of Holliwood Fergie |
| Chicks wanna cuff me, feds wanna murder me |
| Where you at, mommy, why you wanna hurt me? |
| Front roe, but you still ain’t churped me |
| Got me circlin the hood like a pager |
| North to the south, I’m a real changer |
| I’m tryna get you to the crib, you know what it is |
| Put my dick on your lip, let you take a sip |
| Better yet, fall back, and let you strip |
| Get your handcuffs, and don’t forget your wip |
| I’m Holliwood Fergie, I know you wanna hit it |
| Come to my hood, if you wanna get it |
| Treat her like Halle, treat her like Woopi |
| M O B, nigga, I’m a sucker for the nooky |
| Cross over here, I treat her like a rooky |
| First come to the league, bitch, hit your knees |
| We did it in the Honda |
| She told me it feel better with a condom |
| Can’t hit, till the game end |
| Snitches, we done rade them |
| You know I’m a beast, on these beats |
| Everything is all T B T |
| Teach me, show me the ropes |
| That’s that thing, Polo |
| Solo, fuckin up a call back |
| Baby, I’m pimpin, I got niggas that’s squintin |
| Tryna see what we do |
| Imma get you home, and everything you want |
| Girl pick up your phone, I’m tryna get you home |
| You and me, I’m on fire |
| I’m on fire |