Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How I Feel, artist - Skooly. Album song No Face No Case, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, T.R.U
Song language: English
How I Feel |
Anything for a dollar bill, yeah, ah |
Anything for a dollar bill, yeah |
Dollar bill, ooh |
They put dirt all in my goddamn life, I took my bath |
Popped 'bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, I did my math |
Bitch, you ain’t playin' with no lame, I ain’t playin' no games, |
I want my bag (Uh-huh) |
Spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, I did, my bad (Feel like, «Goddamn») |
It’s so many dollar bills, yeah (Goddamn) |
Shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (Like, «Goddamn») |
I just popped my pills, yeah (Feel like, «Goddamn») |
You don’t know how I feel, oh, oh (I feel like, «Goddamn»), oh |
Like my racks like my truck, yeah, I lift it up |
Championship ring on my knuckle cost me fifteen bucks |
Copped me a pint, thirteen hundred, ran through with fifteen cups, ooh |
Fourteen days, you was too weak, nigga ain’t beat me up |
Thumbin' like long live Bankroll, dawg, you was too street |
I done popped my pill on my own, you was too geeked |
Bougie nigga, I was so broke, they ain’t know 'bout me (Bougie) |
So, bougie nigga, I done got money, I barely speak (Bougie) |
Sets like, «Who is this nigga, ice on like he Gretsky?» |
(Skooly) |
Like, «Who is this nigga bangin' that six like Grape Street?» |
(Long live Nipsey) |
Suicide, haters die every day |
Clueless vibe, want me a girl like Ella Mai, yeah |
They put dirt all in my goddamn life, I took my bath (Want me a girl like Ella |
Mai) |
Popped 'bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, I did my math |
Bitch, you ain’t playin' with no lame, I ain’t playin' no games, |
I want my bag (Uh-huh) |
Spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, I did, my bad (Feel like, «Goddamn») |
It’s so many dollar bills, yeah (Goddamn) |
Shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (Like, «Goddamn») |
I just popped my pills, yeah (Feel like, «Goddamn») |
You don’t know how I feel, oh, oh (I feel like, «Goddamn»), oh |
I’m mad rich, remember I was broke, they used to laugh, ayy |
Geeked on Adderalls, but I still had an E in math, ayy |
We was all stuck, that’s why they call that shit a trap |
I got high as hell and I seen hate all in the air |
Saint Laurent mannequin, I’m drippin', you panickin' |
I’m close to my enemies, they don’t see the inner me |
On that same block, I treat it like Mutombo, nigga |
Can’t give that nigga five if I handed him a bunch of nickels |
I’m sippin' codeine, I ain’t really into drinkin' liquor |
Ain’t with the internet beef, real gangster, I got real issues |
Million from my deal, remember times that I couldn’t buy a pickle |
Fuck them haters, they grab shovels and |
They put dirt all in my goddamn life, I took my bath |
Popped 'bout fifteen guns in twenty-two days, I did my math |
Bitch, you ain’t playin' with no lame, I ain’t playin' no games, |
I want my bag (Uh-huh) |
Spent like fifteen racks in like twenty-two days, I did, my bad (Feel like, «Goddamn») |
It’s so many dollar bills, yeah (Goddamn) |
Shawty wanna ride my hill, ooh (Like, «Goddamn») |
I just popped my pills, yeah (Feel like, «Goddamn») |
You don’t know how I feel, oh, oh (I feel like, «Goddamn»), oh |