N My Feels
Emotional yea
Focused foreal
Goated yea yea yea yea
First things first, bitch I kill every verse
RIP yea yea, had to put em in the dirt
Pops taught me know ya worth, so the world is my turf
Anywhere they disperse blue faces like The Smurfs
Bend it buss it open baby lemme see you twerk
Said she never had a job, but her bath & body works
Clean pussy keep her paid, cool nigga since birth
But I need a hot girl like BGizzle & Young Turk
I never been a trapper but I used to whip that fork
Lift at the warehouse, movin product for the dough
How ironic that I still carry the load, that's all I know
For my team we goin up, you niggas betta check the sco
I like the way she ride the pole
I can tell that girl a pro
That girl a star yea she belongs on that P Valley tv show
Even on a Autumn Night, this wrist of mine gon make it snow
Had to cut some niggas off, cuz they weren't stickin to the code, damn
Countin up this skrill, all this fuckin skrill
I could shed a tear, got me N My Feels
This is how it feels, must be how it feels
Made it out the slums, never had a deal
Baby is it real? Tell me that it's real
She said that it is, I said bring it here
All these dolla bills, all these dolla bills
All these dolla bills, got her n her feels
Yea I'm in my feelins, but I'm still winnin
Last night was a movie, head still spinnin
Swear I hit the club alone, & I left with 2 bitches
Dived head first in that WAP & went swimmin
Best rapper alive & put that onna guys
If a nigga tell you different, he's a motha fuckin lie
Heard em say my name was buzzin like a motha fuckin hive
Flow harder to find then a fuckin PS5
And I've been on my grizzy, yea the game in overtime
And the ref called a travel, cuz I'm a steppa & I slide
Baby got that apple bottom, lemme get that apple pie
Be my cuddy buddy, uh huh serve me up a slice huh
Countin up this skrill, all this fuckin skrill
I could shed a tear, got me N My Feels
This is how it feels, must be how it feels
Made it out the slums, never had a deal
Baby is it real? Tell me that it's real
She said that it is, I said bring it here
All these dolla bills, all these dolla bills
All these dolla bills, got her n her feels
Countin up the skrill, all this fuckin skrill
I could shed a tear yea bitch I'm N My Feels
Baby bring it here, show me that's it real
All these dolla bills, got her N her feels
Focused foreal
Goated yea yea yea yea
First things first, bitch I kill every verse
RIP yea yea, had to put em in the dirt
Pops taught me know ya worth, so the world is my turf
Anywhere they disperse blue faces like The Smurfs
Bend it buss it open baby lemme see you twerk
Said she never had a job, but her bath & body works
Clean pussy keep her paid, cool nigga since birth
But I need a hot girl like BGizzle & Young Turk
I never been a trapper but I used to whip that fork
Lift at the warehouse, movin product for the dough
How ironic that I still carry the load, that's all I know
For my team we goin up, you niggas betta check the sco
I like the way she ride the pole
I can tell that girl a pro
That girl a star yea she belongs on that P Valley tv show
Even on a Autumn Night, this wrist of mine gon make it snow
Had to cut some niggas off, cuz they weren't stickin to the code, damn
Countin up this skrill, all this fuckin skrill
I could shed a tear, got me N My Feels
This is how it feels, must be how it feels
Made it out the slums, never had a deal
Baby is it real? Tell me that it's real
She said that it is, I said bring it here
All these dolla bills, all these dolla bills
All these dolla bills, got her n her feels
Yea I'm in my feelins, but I'm still winnin
Last night was a movie, head still spinnin
Swear I hit the club alone, & I left with 2 bitches
Dived head first in that WAP & went swimmin
Best rapper alive & put that onna guys
If a nigga tell you different, he's a motha fuckin lie
Heard em say my name was buzzin like a motha fuckin hive
Flow harder to find then a fuckin PS5
And I've been on my grizzy, yea the game in overtime
And the ref called a travel, cuz I'm a steppa & I slide
Baby got that apple bottom, lemme get that apple pie
Be my cuddy buddy, uh huh serve me up a slice huh
Countin up this skrill, all this fuckin skrill
I could shed a tear, got me N My Feels
This is how it feels, must be how it feels
Made it out the slums, never had a deal
Baby is it real? Tell me that it's real
She said that it is, I said bring it here
All these dolla bills, all these dolla bills
All these dolla bills, got her n her feels
Countin up the skrill, all this fuckin skrill
I could shed a tear yea bitch I'm N My Feels
Baby bring it here, show me that's it real
All these dolla bills, got her N her feels
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Writer(s): Victor Cole
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