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Feelings

Rich Amiri
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Damn Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city Baby fuck your ex, tell him good riddance Yeah What I'm trying to show you, do you feel it? Fuck that other bitch, she in her feelings Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Uh-huh Yeah Aye Bitch I got guap, I hit a lottery Trying to steal my sound, that boy trying to copy me Your boy ran down and he got his body squeezed down Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city Baby fuck your ex, tell him good riddance Yeah What I'm trying to show you, do you feel it? Fuck that other bitch, she in her feelings Fuck her, I ain't really love her Honestly I trust you, treat you like no other But don't get too comfortable, you can still get cut Bro hit me the what, had to fill it up with runts And my Glock, it pack a punch Damn, I guess that I'm not enough They was trying to lock me up I don't do no talking, no I just get to sparking, yo All the sudden they want something from me All the sudden bitches hitting me up Sorry baby, can't get enough from me No your ho can't get enough of me, no Yeah Bitch I got guap, I hit a lottery Trying to steal my sound, that boy trying to copy me Your boy ran down and he got his body squeezed down Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city Baby fuck your ex, tell him good riddance Yeah What I'm trying to show you, do you feel it? Fuck that other bitch, she in her feelings I ain't have my drink in 'bout three days, I need some more I been chasing your love, got me in San Antonio We put niggas above, but the niggas that said want smoke And for your love had enough, yeah, thinking 'bout going ghost I took the beam out the lot I get the racks a lot Double R crash it and drop Pockets looking like a knot I be fucking all the thots Ran up put thirty thousand on this watch We the niggas sending shots I ain't have my drink in 'bout three days, I need some more I been chasing your love, got me in San Antonio We put niggas above, but the niggas that said want smoke And for your love had enough, yeah, thinking 'bout going ghost Yeah Bitch I got guap, I hit a lottery Trying to steal my sound, that boy trying to copy me Your boy ran down and he got his body squeezed down Hit me back, I'll pull up to your city Baby fuck your ex, tell him good riddance Yeah What I'm trying to show you, do you feel it? Fuck that other bitch, she in her feelings Fuck her, I ain't really love her Honestly I trust you I said fuck her, I ain't really love Her but I don't know if I trust her