All In Yo Feelins

Keep it a mill you ain't gotta pay a bill
When you chilling with a real nigga
I'm talking three, four, five, big six figures
Just hope that I could spin that block in that field with ya
Exotic feels from the wheels to the meals, aye
I gotta fly you out the hood to them hills, bae
Smoking that good in a wood, this a tight roll
You gotta cross the borderlines and the tightrope
Just find time for a reason
Sipping divine wine all the time, every season
Sicker than nine nine
No surprise
You a demon and I'm tempted
Never met nobody like yourself, on my simp shit
Never been a pimp but if I did
I'll change ways
Comfort inn keep you better on your worst day
Don't take offense but I just want you in the worst way possible
Baddest in the game, if you fall then I got you



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Writer(s): Gregory Hicks
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