Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How It Feel, artist - Big Sean. Album song Detroit, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.08.2017
Record label: MBE
Song language: English
How It Feel |
| Cool cool cool cool |
| Yup, finally famous nigga |
| Ok, I get lost in the night |
| Faded off of that brown |
| We can take shots of that white |
| Realest niggas around |
| Tell me would you like it would you like it if I let you call me big |
| Take it to the D, I can show you where I live |
| Take it to the penthouse and show you how to live |
| And treat it like it ain’t shit |
| Now ask me how it feel |
| How it feel, how it feel |
| How it feel, how it feel |
| Yea tell me how it feel, how it feel, how it feel |
| Man to be around a nigga this real |
| You know I came up, came down |
| Turn every dream I had real |
| So tell me how it feel |
| How it feel, how it feel |
| Man to be around a nigga this real |
| You know I need everything in plural |
| That’s benji’s and euro’s |
| I just came back from that Paris |
| My life is moving in turbo |
| My pinky ring just dingling |
| Look how I’m sipping my merlot |
| Look how I’m hittin' my herbal |
| Praise God, church ho |
| What the fuck is you saying? |
| B.I.G I’m the mayor in the bitch |
| Ol' fur coat looking like a bear in this bitch |
| OH! |
| fuck is you wearing? |
| that’s embarrassin shit |
| Man and to my new girls that’s hearing this shit |
| You fucking with an OG, you should cherish this shit |
| Man they tell me that they love me, I ain’t hearing that shit |
| They trynna get up in my will and inherit that shit |
| That’s why I’m faded, I’m wasted |
| I’m living life like it’s no jail |
| House bigger than a hotel |
| But these hoes tell |
| So I still take their ass to the hotel |
| In my hotel |
| I got a bad bitch with that body |
| And a badder bitch in that lobby |
| Boy that’s just how I got it |
| When I… |
| Bad bitches that came through |
| I’m hitting all that I aim to |
| So stoned I can’t move |
| So stoned I can’t move |
| She go either way like it’s game two |
| She look at her phone praying it ain’t you |
| Living out all the rumors |
| Then afterwards, say it ain’t true |
| Man I’m daydreaming while sexing |
| Her screams remind me I’m in it |
| And all this champagne that I’m popping |
| Reminded me that I’m winning |
| I know we shouldn’t get so high |
| Yea, remind me that when I’m finished |
| But this the life we chose |
| It’s the only life that we know |
| Reminiscing when I had no job |
| Back when I woulda robbed yo job |
| Me and my niggas on the streets dog |
| Throwing signs up like we roadside |
| Now the suits and pasta both bowtie |
| My Greek girls say «opa» |
| My Spanish girls scream «no mas» |
| And all the Black girls scream «don't, stop» |