| You know you fuckin' with the real now
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| Li’l bitches better chill down
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| Fuck the fame, started out I didn’t have a crumb to my name
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| We eatin' five course meals now
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| And I’m still down, couple bands in the paper bag
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| Switchin' lanes with the paper tags
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| Type of swag that can make 'em mad
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| Tellin' bitches tryna take a jab
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| I just fuckin' laugh, ha
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| Bitch, you better get it right
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| I don’t need the love, can I get a light?
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| Spotlight, fuck your oversight
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| Bitches must’ve thought I got this overnight
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| Silly hoes, really though
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| Bitch, you better know the deal
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| Hit 'em with some new shit
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| So you bitches know it’s real overkill
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| You in the presence of the motherfuckin' ruler
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| Just point me to the mission, I’m the driver and the shooter
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| Bitch, I get it
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| What it look like? |
| Bitch, I feel good
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| Left the trap for this rap, but I’m still hood
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| Bitches livin' shit but they ain’t livin' this good
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| Got this paper on my own, wish a bitch would
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| What it look like? |
| Bitch, I feel great
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| Top down, buck 50 on the interstate
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| Used to get it by the gram, now it’s real way
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| Turned the bitches that are hatin' and I’m still straight
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| Straight down so it’s only looking up now
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| And your city gettin' busy when I touch down
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| My days one’s the only bitches that I trust now
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| All I need is weed and a swisha for me to buss down, on gawd
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| Bitches always asking how I do this shit?
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| Time again I remind them I ain’t new to this
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| Number one stunna always see me in the newest shit
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| Couple bands, can’t remember how I blew this shit, oh lawd
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| Toast to the bitches who told me I’ll never do this
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| Laughing at them bitches who told me we never be up
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| Now the same bitches is salty and lookin' foolish
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| Now it’s paparazzi, red carpets I know you bitches see us
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| I know you see us, and you hate to see me winnin' ha
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| Love me back when I was broke in the beginnin' ha
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| Still the same, I just had to change a lane up
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| Get my change up, bitch, but I ain’t never change up
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| So pour a cup, roll a blunt it’s a celebration
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| To you sour ass hoes, it’s a dedication
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| Smilin' in my fuckin' face, they be hella hatin'
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| Cuz we eatin' over here, bitch, we hella cakin'
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| Yeah we hella cakin'
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| Yeah we hella cakin'
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| In the kitchen whip it proper, yeah we hella bakin'
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| Yeah we hella bakin'
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| Yeah we hella bakin'
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| Debbie back to killin' bitches only god can save
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| What it look like? |
| Bitch, I feel good
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| Left the trap for this rap, but I’m still hood
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| Bitches livin' shit but they ain’t livin' this good
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| Got this paper on my own, wish a bitch would
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| What it look like? |
| Bitch, I feel great
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| Top down, buck 50 on the interstate
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| Used to get it by the gram, now it’s real way
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| Turned the bitches that are hatin' and I’m still straight |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feel Good , by - Lil Debbie. Song from the album Debbie, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп