Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel No Pain, artist - P WildDate of issue: 12.11.2015
Song language: English
Feel No Pain |
| Hook |
| Streets on fire |
| Streets goin' crazy |
| All real niggas |
| First name base |
| All real bitches |
| White cocaine |
| Kill all witnesses |
| Feel no pain |
| Trel’s verse: |
| 25 to life, I hope I’ll never see it |
| Seen the killer lose his life, I hope I’ll never be him |
| Bitches on my line, I hope they let us jam |
| Cause if they ain’t tryna fuck, we ain’t tryna see 'em |
| Ballin' once again, droppin' out the car see him |
| You know my swag’s copper dean, and you don’t know how it feels to be him |
| I don’t really see 'em, I just see 'em in my DM |
| All it took is one call, from the morning to the pim |
| Streets goin' crazy, the beef is goin' maj' |
| These hoes ain’t loyal, and the niggas been snakes |
| It’s just me and gang, just us and Ben Franklin |
| And the label still callin', and the bitches still waitin' |
| Yowda’s verse: |
| My shawty was no good for me |
| Had to leave her in the past, now she history |
| I’m countin' up this cash, this shit ain’t new to me |
| My niggas with the shits, we with the foolery |
| Shooters on shooters, who I roll with |
| Most of this niggas on hoe shit |
| I’m on my shit I be focused |
| Might fuck your bitch in a Focus |
| Free all my people like Moses |
| This Glock it don’t come with no holster |
| I pull up and hop out the roaster |
| I’m taking whatever like vultures |
| Back when I was in the A I got my gang with me |
| Just steppin' and steppin', walkin' on all this jewelry |
| All this shit you talkin' don’t mean shit to me |
| Put your hands up on me, got this Glock on me |
| P Wild’s verse: |
| Just got a package, anything was pure |
| Last week the streets was sick, this week they got the cure |
| 24 it’s forgiatos, on a foreign whip |
| I came in by myself, but I slid off with your bitch |
| My money is up because of the hate, drop to the 4 then I run back an 8 |
| I stay motivated because of the hate, you niggas want beef I’m servin' them |
| steaks |
| Pop me a zan, I done pop me a perc |
| I done scratched my whip twice, dosin' off the syrup |
| I can’t find my phone, I’m searching for my wallet |
| I’m lookin' for my keys, but my pistol in my pocket |
| She say she fucked me twice, but I don’t remember once |
| She say she wanna see me cum, I told her bring money and trunks |