Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feelings, artist - French Montana.
Date of issue: 27.09.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Who gives a fuck? |
Who gives a fuck? |
Who gives a fuck? |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Who gives a fuck? |
All of them niggas complaining |
Tell from the second I came in |
I done been through mo' shit |
Po shit to the top, now I’m faded |
I don’t give a fuck where a nigga been, where a nigga going |
Or what kind of shit he been through (yay) |
Watch niggas ball, shit I couldn’t score |
I done sat up on the bench too |
Now a nigga fly by (by), fly jumping out the drive right (right) |
Haters see me when I hop out (what?) |
When a nigga did his state bid |
Was the only time I copped out (copped out, yay) |
(I'm askin' God questions, what we fighting for?) |
(A nigga lost his name, what you crying for?) |
Rock bottom, not going up |
Fuck slowing up, I’m drinking (yay) |
3 hoes, all 4 of us, I’m thinking (yay) |
Know some niggas at the bottom and they still in it |
Ask yourself, nigga really? |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Who gives a fuck? |
Who gives a fuck? |
Who gives a fuck? |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Who gives a fuck? |
Armed and dangerous |
Rolled up blazed with the angel dust |
Murder one homicide when they came to us |
We came with the bail when they came with cuffs |
Fame and trust — it don’t mix, like oil in the water |
Feds on my door while I’m boiling the water |
Need those chips, Michael in the fourth quarter |
When you getting money fast life’s getting shorter |
Nigga hit yo' head then nigga go and mop 'em |
Nigga play Batman then go robbin' |
Looking at my rap sheet, nigga won’t argue |
Niggas talk a rap beef, nigga no problem |
Coming from my head, just my God on me |
Pussy and the bread, keep 'em calling me |
Money in the bag, nigga calling me |
But you pussy ass crackas don’t follow me |
Now I’m talkin bout 500 dirty on my day like |
Them young niggas hit you on the daylight |
Young nigga tote that nina |
Niggas turn on you, they ain’t playin' right |
Hundred thousand with a cross in the middle |
Playing both sides with a cross in the middle |
R.I.P. |
with a cross in the middle |
HAAAH! |
(Ask yourself nigga, really) |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Who gives a fuck? |
Who gives a fuck? |
Who gives a fuck? |
Give a fuck about yo feelings |
Who gives a fuck? |