Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel This, artist - Marlo. Album song The Wire, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quality Control
Song language: English
Feel This |
I pray I make it through the night, I’ll be alright |
And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it’s on once I get home |
I’m doin' a buck sixty, I’m in the zone, I’m coming home |
I been workin' all day ain’t answer no phone, I don’t want no phone |
I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
And bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
I told my bitch when you real you feel this |
I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
I been syrup poppin' pills and been geeking on some real shit |
Me and my bitch we kicking real shit |
Yeah my bitches she the flyest, she go get it |
I told her when I get it I’m gon' get it |
And I went and got that bag and then we split it |
Lenox Mall shopping, yeah she in it |
Gucci, Louis poppin', yeah she kick it |
And she watch me serve the bag and then she with it |
Pints by the case and yeah we sip it |
Then she top a nigga off and then I lick her |
And we pull up back to back in matching Bentleys |
And the bust down Rollies, they was fifty |
And I swear with that cash I’m the realest |
You can see how I whip it in the kitchen |
I pray I make it through the night, I’ll be alright |
And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it’s on once I get home |
I’m doin' a buck sixty, I’m in the zone, I’m coming home |
I been workin' all day ain’t answer no phone, I don’t want no phone |
I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
And bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
I told my bitch when you real you feel this |
I pull up with a nigga bitch, he know I hit |
She go crazy on that dick, she ain’t with that lazy shit |
12 bust the spot, she take the charge, that bitch hard |
Call Kristen, tell her pull her card, that’s my broad |
Boy she’ll gun you down 'bout that paper, 2−2-3's of soft raw |
She really with it, if she dig a nigga’s pimpin' she really feelin' |
And she know about that cash I get wicked |
I spend a couple blocks, she right with me |
And she pray she make it through the night with me |
And she said she’ll be alright right with me |
She ain’t gotta call the phone, she right with me |
Now I pop a perc, get right with me |
She screaming perc gang right with me |
Since my nigga killed, she know I really miss him |
I pray I make it through the night, I’ll be alright |
And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it’s on once I get home |
I’m doin' a buck sixty, I’m in the zone, I’m coming home |
I been workin' all day ain’t answer no phone, I don’t want no phone |
I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
And bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this |
I told my bitch when you real you feel this |