Get Out Yo Feelins

U bitches needa
Get up out yo feelins
Im tryna get papered up
So get up out yo feelins
Uhuh
Y u in yo feelins
Get up out yo feelins

Bitch im a rapper im independent
Never signin cuz i aint commited
Keep ya contractssucc a dicc
Tell me how it taste to get flipped
Wudever i say is a go
I aint gon play wit u hoes
Bitch do i look like a dog
Better not throw me a bone
I can throw dat on my own
All of my niggas is busy
Not usin a phone
We got some weed to blow
We got some trees to grow
Money season hoe
I been so hungry
Im fiendin tho
Saggin my jeans to tha flo
Kiss my ass im leavin tho
Makin a killin
Wit everyday livin
This rap is addictin
Reppin my shit
Cuz i made it a vision
And i keep it livin
Look at my kiccs
Look at my shirt
Look at my lid piece
As u could see
Like saturation reppin KC

U bitches needa
Get up out yo feelins
Im tryna get papered up
So get up out yo feelins
Uhuh
Y u in yo feelins
Get up out yo feelins

All u bitches needa shut it down
I came aroun ta yo side of town
Sin city where im at now
Wes side an down south
East side
To tha northtown
Fucc aroun see me eatin out
Tip a waitor like 25
U could do it
Thas a fuccin lie
If i go broke
Which never should happen
Im hittin that traffic
Until i see magic
Bitch im tha captian
Fucc u thought i was
Um like lightyear
Got a fuccin buzz
And its right here
Had a couple shots
An like 5 beers
Hi there
Oh shit
Shoulda said u wana party later
Like burn up
And get turnt up
All u hoes
Wit them buns up
Let it down
U could tug sum
Supervise when im fuccd up
Bitches all on my nuts
Curvin hos that wana give it up
A nigga never really gave a fucc
But a easy bitch i wont trust

U bitches needa
Get up out yo feelins
Im tryna get papered up
So get up out yo feelins
Uhuh
Y u in yo feelins
Get up out yo feelins



Credits
Writer(s): Tyrone Strickland
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