Feelin' Great

Bitch i'm Feelin' Great
Bitch i'm Feelin'
Great
Bitch i'm
Bitch i'm Feelin' Great
Bitch i'm Feelin' Great
Yeah

Cards coming in
They don't know just when to swipe
Had yo bitch coming in late night just for that pipe
Lately i've been thinking
I don't know why I rolled the dice
They say Hundo nice
Lately I can't beat that hype
I ball like Mike
I just slit his throat
Did that shit just for the ice
Pulled up in some shit that's sick
It took her soul it sook her life
Pulled up in some kicks that's white like coke
Head in water want to float
Under Armour from the coast
I fucked your bitch for sure

From all the hoes
Me and your bitch we just fuck the most
I can't trust my bitch
She just like the tattoos on my wrist
She look suspish
Might just be a trip
Claiming that she ain't no trick
Trying to make it stick
Broken pans i'm trying to make it flip
Seeing doubles
He ain't want no trouble
Pop him like a puffer fish
Luckily i'm my mother kid
She ain't raise no bitch
That boy he was hesitant
He did what he did
But it is what it is
Bitch i'm Feelin' Great



Credits
Writer(s): Jose García
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