| Wooo wooo!
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| Yessur! |
| aha
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| New Skateboard P
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| Hey!
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| Let’s go get 'em
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| uh-huh
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| yo, hola
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| Mearle maire, club muchacho
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| Asorted flavours, in they solatos
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| Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato’s
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| With the right determination of a patho
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| Running 'cross the water with bricks at his poncho
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| Face like a shoot when it’s bussin' my glock hold
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| Vanity stings, 'til I die when the holy father hands me my wings
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| When I was young yo the teacher gave me stanity dreams
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| Giving me music like drugs and they handed me things, they shoot it up
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| See me on the TV, the cuties they wanna fuck
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| Both presidental and plus, they hoop it up
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| Got more hits in his zip, who want enough
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| I can go back in time, you be Judge Eato
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| With my men and ?? |
| I know you thinkin' Neato
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| Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
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| But it’s 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
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| Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
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| But he clowned me and told me that my money’s free-doughs
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| Now the Enzo doors go up like a Dilo
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| Reon, same song some from my man Nigo
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| SLR, when the doors go up it’s like a fresh elle jar
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| Nigga we boss, he shall not get hot, he too frost
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| Yessur…
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| My nigga close your eyes,
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| Just picture you’re self just holdin' pies
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| Impliment a plan and and you’ll surely rise
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| Just promised by the man that controls the skies
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| Don’t you see, I know that shit’s so ill
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| Better yet, dawg, just tell me how you feel
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| …How you feel dawg?
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| We just picture thinking, dreaming, scheming, breathing, reading,
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| all in the late night
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| Shaking, boiling, lacing, bacon, shaking, shaping, gotta get this cake right
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| As I serve it, you just burn it, breathe it, learn it, now watch you take flight
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| …My nigga how does it feel?
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| Ha ha! |
| Yessur!
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| Nigga you don’t know me
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| I’m part Howard Hues, part horny, part holy
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| First trip on the ramp is the rock and rolly
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| Keep one on my staff with a new pro-chromy
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| If they priest need the mention that I’ve been biten
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| But a force be the chocolate where critics are written
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| He dresses insane where his music admire
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| Ask anyone from Vouge and Esquire And Vanity Fair you like can of the year
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| But you should guess who’s in insanity chair
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| Now it ain’t about what I want
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| Still thumbing through my life like a drug-star porn
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| It’s one thing to say you did it
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| It’s one thing to lie about your didgits
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| It’s one thing to say that you live it
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| It’s another for you fuckers to admit it
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| But I admit I got all this paper plus the prettiest faces that’s off of our
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| nature
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| I drive a Casper, s’cuse me Cassper, wanted meet me at my house,
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| I got space like NASA
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| And it’ll make me happy buy yourself a Sattle
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| Unlike my sister Stacy when she lost her papa
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| I been there, gettin stroke and nothing to trap-uh
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| John could do, when surrounded with true
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| A man dies, baby born, as far as Peru
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| It’s a simple proof between us and imposters
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| We hop in the air, and don’t care what it costs us
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| Now I’m with NERD with a pit full of Martians
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| I guess you could say that we fly like saucers
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| Zapping at niggas, with classing and figure
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| The cash and class whippers
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| The thrashing mag ripper
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| Go 'head and say it (you a rappin' ass nigga)
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| Yessur!
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| Nigga you don’t know me… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Does It Feel? , by - Pharrell Williams. Song from the album In My Mind, in the genre Поп