| Can you feel me? |
| Can you feel me?
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| Can you feel me?
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| Do you feel me?
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| Do you feel me?
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| I signed them papers I was working for
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| Now that’s that paper that I’m working for
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| Getting paper I been working for
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| Pay for shit that now I could afford
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| I look at Louis like it’s Michael Kors
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| PYT like my name was Kourt
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| Put in work before I go to court
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| Got them singin' like Melii in the studio all night
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| Yeah my money tight, gotta get my momma right and
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| I was always writin'
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| See me lit and now these niggas feel enlightened
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| Fell off, but I came up like a vikin'
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| Anything I spit on, man, they like it
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| When they say they don’t, you catch 'em bitin'
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| They heard me spittin', said, «Bitch you gon' make it»
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| Thank God I was impatient, goin' hard, no hesitation
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| Niggas laughed when I told them about my occupation
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| Saw me go through hell, I don’t dwell
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| Now I think we should wish them well
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| Turnin' down them offers like my name was Dave Chapelle
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| Rap about my pussy and I swear that music sells
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| Holdin' down them niggas that will pray for me to fail
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| Ride me for your benefit, no, that shit don’t make you real
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| Change up all your ways, but you keep that ass away
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| Bring no opps to where I lay
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| Why is it that bitches always got somethin' to say?
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| Why is it they try to clean up when the mess is made?
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| Bitch, I got the juice and slurp it up, no Minute Maid
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| Otay, otay
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| Say you makin' moves but I can see you a mile away
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| Saw that freestyle radio shit was trash and a bit cliché
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| Heard a couple stories that don’t match all that shit you claim
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| I’ma pop a bottle, went from H&M a to' lo caro
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| Twenty y le compre ma' un carro
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| Ella la razón por lo que hago
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| Cumplo su deseo como un mago
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| Mami quit that job y date un trajo
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| I never glitch
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| Chameleon, swear that I’m a different bitch
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| Hop on any beat, heard that shit can make you rich
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| Pop in any genre, got that shit that make you sick
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| Plus my voice is lit, ain’t no bitch could match my pitch
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| Baby, hate me, I’m wavy, a lady
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| Quite crazy, they made me, can’t tame me
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| Try to do the same thing, that bitch is shady
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| I supply the swag that you jack, don’t try to play me
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| I heard niggas talkin' shit, I heard it’s all they do
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| Type of niggas datin' bitches that look up to you
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| Can’t get to close, can’t get enough of you
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| See you in person and they act like they been fuckin' with you
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| Bing bada boom, same shit
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| Please don’t DM me tryna fight for no dick
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| Please come get your girl, she’s the one on my dick
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| My time is really money, is you gonna get it from me? |
| Bitch you can’t get
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| nothin' from me, you a joke to me, you funny
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| Rappin' all this fly shit, yet you show up lookin' bummy
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| Reason that the niggas that you sweatin' lookin' for me
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| Reason why your nigga lay in bed textin' he love me
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| Damn, your nigga on it, it be five in the mornin'
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| In the stu' feelin' the moment
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| Milkin' up his pocket, then I tell him I don’t want it
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| I’m telling you I got it, not a chapi but I flaunt it, yeah
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| Know you feel me
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| Do you feel me?
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| I hope you feel me
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| Do you feel me? |
| Do you feel me? |
| Yeah |