| I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
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| I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
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| I be thinkin' like, «None these bitches really like me»
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| I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I’m icy
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| I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
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| I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
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| I be thinkin' like, «None these bitches really like me»
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| I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I’m icy
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| My lil nigga trippin', have the one catch a body
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| He even dropped outta school, took it to his hobby
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| I told him to just do it and don’t talk about it
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| And once you slide, boy, you better hit everybody
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| I’m livin' like a sniper, lyin' with the window cracked
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| 'Cause I’m about to see out the end
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| I be chasin' paper but these ladies, they be after me
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| And every time I talk to one, they gotta scrap a G
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| All of 'em got a game plan on try to catch me
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| Think about my life, every night I’m smokin' grabba leaf
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| I think about my homies in the system
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| I think about my homies 'cause I miss 'em
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| I wish you could call me to come get you, my nigga
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| You miss Christmas, my nigga
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| You miss Easter, my nigga
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| You missin' out on your children
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| The streets vouch for me 'cause rappin' what I’m livin'
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| I rap the way I rap 'cause I be rappin' what I’m feelin'
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| Lil Kodak I’m gone
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| I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
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| I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
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| I be thinkin' like, «None these bitches really like me»
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| I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I’m icy
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| I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
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| I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
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| I be thinkin' like, «None these bitches really like me»
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| I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I’m icy
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| Yo, my daughter got a nanny for her other nanny
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| Bitch, I made it out the hood, motherfuckin' Grammy
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| Two mil on wheels, that’s in my garage
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| Wish Granny could see me now, bitch, I’m livin' large
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| Trip to Lauderdale, reupped in Parkway
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| 50/50, make it back, that’s what the odds say
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| Y’all pray for us, we on the turnpike
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| And if them lights get behind us, I’ma burn rubber
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| See niggas lose they life, nigga lose their minds
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| Niggas get to like you, nigga left behind, woo
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| These niggas love to hate but shit, I love the grind
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| And ain’t no lookin' better, just a waste of time
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| Long, live, fresh, these niggas ain’t right for ya
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| But keep it real, hey, who really down to die for ya?
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| All I know is that these chains take a way this pain
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| Scrapped up in the 'rari in designer frames
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| Mad luck just hit the last house
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| My paranoid ass Bentley, got the cash out
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| I feel like niggas don’t want me to be great
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| Until you’re made but they’re inside, G’s fake
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| Thank the Lord, I got blessed with some trap money
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| But the devil got me workin' for this rap money
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| They tried to stop me livin' good, I’ma die today
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| Rich nigga from the hood, I’ma die that way
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| I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
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| I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
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| I be thinkin' like, «None these bitches really like me»
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| I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I’m icy
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| I just pray to God, them crackers don’t come indite me
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| I know if I go to jail, you prolly never write me
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| I be thinkin' like, «None these bitches really like me»
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| I be feelin' like you only want me 'cause I’m icy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feeling Like , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Painting Pictures, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп