Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feeling Myself, artist - Key Glock. Album song Glock Bond, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Paper Route Empire
Song language: English
Feeling Myself |
I got, I got these double G’s, Gucci Gucci on me |
And I smoke so many trees my eyes looking Chinese |
Yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street |
All this ice up on me so I gotta keep the heat |
Nah I don’t fuck with squares but wear a lot of Louis V |
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud) |
I’m that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot) |
They like Glock you off the leash, got 'em jumpin' off they seat |
I ball too hard bitch, I’m the MVP (yeah, yeah) |
I’m killin' shit bitch, you know RIP (yeah, yeah, RIP bitch) |
Let my chopper sing bitch, RNB (RNB) |
And I sip Hi-Tech bitch, not no MGP (I drink mud) |
I’m feelin' myself, I asked the mirror on the wall |
Please tell me who the flyest young nigga of 'em all (Glock) |
You know I ball too hard, Lonzo Ball, John Wall (ball) |
I got a short attention span but like my money tall |
I got more stripes than a referee |
I might pierce you with the TEC, you play with me, and |
Throw you out the game just for a fee |
I’ma throw you out the game just for a fee |
I got, I got these double G’s, Gucci Gucci on me |
And I smoke so many trees my eyes looking Chinese (ching chong) |
Yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street |
All this ice up on me so I gotta keep the heat |
Nah I don’t fuck with squares but wear a lot of Louis V |
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud) |
I’m that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot) |
They like Glock you off the leash, got 'em jumpin' off they seat |
You can’t be with gang, it ain’t no sign up (you can’t hang with us) |
We got big clips on us, run up, you get lined up (bap bap) |
Let my youngins take your watch, they like your time up (gimme that bitch) |
Got a dark chocolate bitch, call her Godiva (bad bitch) |
And her head fire, Ghost Rider (Ghost Rider) |
I’m a Peter Piper, I’m a one nighter (ah yeah) |
Stabbin' in the gut, I feel like Michael Myers (in her gut) |
I pull up burning rubber, nigga bet your title (I'm gone) |
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I’m going fast (I'm gone) |
Goddamn I feel like Flash, I’m racing to that bag |
Skrrt, hit the dash (I'm gone), you know I’m going fast (I'm gone) |
Goddamn I feel like Flash, I’m racing to that bag |
I got, I got these double G’s, Gucci Gucci on me |
And I smoke so many trees my eyes looking Chinese (ching chong) |
Yeah my clothes from overseas but a nigga still street |
All this ice up on me so I gotta keep the heat |
Nah I don’t fuck with squares but wear a lot of Louis V |
Got more chains than Mr. T (ice), sip more lean than Pimp C (mud) |
I’m that young nigga, turn your main bitch to a freak (thot) |
They like Glock you off the leash, got 'em jumpin' off they seat |