Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feenin’, artist - Lil Poppa. Date of issue: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feenin’ |
| They say my block got that shit like 1980 |
| This that hi my name Slim Shady |
| This that California girl I ain’t talking Saweetie I’m talking Katy |
| This that cash money shit I ain’t talking Juvie I’m talking Baby |
| Pull up on fuck shit nigga know I flip like Dooda if you play with me |
| I don’t duck shit titties look like hooters on this K with me |
| Pull up leaning codeining |
| Percocets make perfect sex |
| She feening she need it |
| I don’t why this bitch I ain’t working yet |
| Niggas hiding where they at |
| Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet |
| Detectives say you murdered that |
| Boy I ain’t never heard of that |
| Ion pullin flashing I’m having |
| Tell them boys get up with me |
| Take the backend and stash it |
| Cause them niggas get hit up for free |
| Say what’s your passion you rappin (yeah) |
| And I’ll shoot this bitch up like three’s |
| Big four O got it holding my jeans |
| Nigga I’ll wet this bitch up like Lee |
| Nigga I see nothing but red like squeeze |
| Fuck rapping I’ll go back out east |
| 1228 trying to buy not lease |
| And put them college funds up for my niece |
| Commissary that’s for Caprice |
| My brother raised a fucking beast |
| Know he told me some shit that stuck with me |
| He say… if a nigga fuck with me |
| Pull up leaning codeining |
| Percocets make perfect sex |
| She feening she need it |
| I don’t why this bitch I ain’t working yet |
| Niggas hiding where they at |
| Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet |
| Detectives say you murdered that |
| Boy I ain’t never heard of that |
| Pull up fresher than the pastor like what chapter |
| I got what you looking for just meet me in the chapel |
| I’m the words of Ms. Barbara you sporty bastard |
| What you got to say bout… Ima just roll a fat one |
| Aye I heard what a name just died round there on (shh) |
| Ima roll it after |
| If she ain’t the baddest okay who badder |
| I post her but don’t at her |
| Don’t care who had her that shit don’t matter |
| And that ass been getting fatter |
| Shit smell like Texico |
| I only want the best to smoke |
| Aye they know who run 904 |
| I’m like El Chapo in Mexico |
| Block the hoe, don’t text the hoe |
| Don’t pop no more, I’m stressing though |
| Don’t drink no more, I tried it but |
| This shit here come from Texas though |
| Without it I can’t rest no more |
| Counting up my blessings at the Westin with my weapon on me |
| Aye this just for protection though |
| Pull up leaning codeining |
| Percocets make perfect sex |
| She feening she need it |
| I don’t why this bitch I ain’t working yet |
| Niggas hiding where they at |
| Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet |
| Detectives say you murdered that |
| Boy I ain’t never heard of that |
| Ion pullin flashing I’m having |
| Tell them boys get up with me |
| Take the backend and stash it |
| Cause them niggas get hit up for free |
| Say what’s your passion you rappin (yeah) |
| And I’ll shoot this bitch up like three’s |
| Big four O got it holding my jeans |
| Nigga I’ll wet this bitch up like Lee |