| I’m at the crib with no money, no bitch and no guns, boy, what is you doin'
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| with me?
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| I be looking at these children like, «What is you doin'?» |
| It must be the boomer
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| in me
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| Words pop out these niggas, yes, I know they pussy as fuck and we never gon'
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| meet
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| Your beats like my Kimber, the shit never jam, nigga, I’m used to the heat
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| (Facts)
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| These niggas don’t know how to score, they just setting the screen
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| Fuck what you do for the others, boy, what is you doing for me?
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| How do I stay in your mind, lil' bitch, and we still ain’t meet?
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| My bitch same color as Dave East
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| I put pause on a nigga like me
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| I spit bars like I never get sleep
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| How did I move in your mind rent-free?
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| Huh, taxing a lease, I think I’m Prince Ali
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| You minimum wage, I’m Prince Hakeem
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| It’s dirty, you alt-right trolls ain’t worthy
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| I stay in your mind, it’s workin' (Uh)
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| You have no worth, it’s hurtin'
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| Don’t know any niggas in person (Nah)
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| Never step outside, just lurkin' (Ooh, ooh-yeah)
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| Oh, that’s you, I be for certain
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| My Kimber my main bitch, but, yeah, me and my Glock be flirtin'
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| Be careful where you stay, I left my prints, stay nervous
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| Stand back, stand by, stay learning, uh
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| When one of these crackers get brave and I put Kimbers to their face
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| Y’all better thank me for my service
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| My world different, I’m Kyrie Irving
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| Niggas be bitchin', they have no purpose
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| Testing my patience, I’m going to search you
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| Running a clinic and feeding the nurses
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| Miracle bars, you wrapping a turban
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| Noble savage, I’m Maria Minerva
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| Baby, I feel like a servant
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| It’s not like I don’t deserve it
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| Patience, trust, gotta earn it
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| Grab my baby, came back to this curvy
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| I feel as dripped and I’m nervous
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| How, how
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| How it feels when I bring up your memory
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| Ooh, you feelin' me now, keep callin' me from his house
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| The pressure on pile, all these sticks, I just can’t put it down
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| Now I hear 'bout my name in your mouth
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| All that money, he still on my couch
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| What that smell like? |
| Bars
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| I’m a thot that was never in doubt
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| They love me 'cause I spin on them messy
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| They fuck you 'cause you giving them clout
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| Fuck a girl, make a beat on my couch
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| On the road to some riches, I’m laughing
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| 'Cause I keep running into your- (Uh)
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| How I keep running into your exes?
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| I keep texting, know she get the message
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| Feed her |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FEED HER! , by - JPEGMAFIA. Song from the album EP2!, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп