| Tell me how you feel
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| It’s all blue face hunnids covering up the rail
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| You can fuck or you can leave, I ain’t really tryna chill
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| Pop this perc, get naked, so I can really know what’s real
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| But Ima leave that up to you, baby tell me how you feel
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| I’m feeling great, Simon said, «Drakeo just beat another case»
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| Life is lovely, another fall to the face
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| Fuck how you feel, Drakeo ain’t bout to do no dates
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| What it’s gon take, to get yo ass up out my face
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| I would spare your feelings, but today is not the day
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| The door wide open, bitch can we get this out the way?
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| Franklin callin, you know my feet about to raise
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| Stress me? |
| Bitch, naw I’m thinkin bout the cake
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| Bitch, immediately you will be on the replace list, ugh
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| I could see why niggas hatin
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| FN and replace niggas faces so what you sayin
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| Ill, that’s just how I feel
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| Drakeo tryna fuckin get on, and thats real
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| Tell me how you feel
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| It’s all blue face hunnids covering up the rail
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| You can fuck or you can leave, I ain’t really tryna chill
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| Pop this perc, get naked, so I can really know what’s real
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| But Ima leave that up to you, baby tell me how you feel
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| Humpty Dumpty, I crack your bitches like a seal
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| Jack and Jill, after we fuck its down hill
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| Fresh to death, no condom, abortion pill
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| No kids, I’m lucky like a two dollar bill
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| Shits wild tho, five chains they all hollow
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| Seen her on insta, you know that she follow
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| Just popped 5 beans, ain’t no chill till tomorrow
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| My dick didn’t work, so I had to pop a Rhino
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| Fuckin and suckin the UberPool up in the morning
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| Coulda been UberBlack if you swallowed my children
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| Got cha Micky D’s, cause ya smoked up my weed
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| Coulda been married, if ya brought cha own tree
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| Desto Dub, yeah I grew up on the East
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| From a long ling of cooks, and a
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| I pray to my God and I woke up at pint
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| So girl you can chill, but you won’t stay the night
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| Tell me how you feel
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| It’s all blue face hunnids covering up the rail
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| You can fuck or you can leave, I ain’t really tryna chill
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| Pop this perc, get naked, so I can really know what’s real
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| But Ima leave that up to you, baby tell me how you feel |