Don't Feel Right, Pt. 2
Aye get that baby out the street
Yeah Yeah
New phone who this?
I ain't throwing no shade no diss
I ain't throwing no shots no miss
Found somebody else to ice my wrist
I'm just being honest
I ain't never broke a promise
I'm still relevant
You can't take me out my element
Yeah
But that's what I get
For thinking everybody built like me
Yeah
And you fucked up
Now you looking for somebody that move just like me
Yeah
Last I checked I was blocked
Last I checked I was not
What you wanted
And that's cool
Maybe I wasn't
Should've told me that before we started fucking yeah
Yeah
I been the baddest in the city
Only reason that they knew about you is cause
You was with me
Told me you was finding better could you really?
Still applying the pressure
Fuck if you feel me
And I can tell when you hit my phone
I know you still think about me when you alone
I been MIA to the A to LA
You still where I left you so I know you still in place yeah
New phone who this?
Ain't got time for bullshit
And all the lies I dealt with
I'm done
(Man I had enough)
Its the way that you treat me it ain't even love
That ain't love
That ain't love
Yeah Yeah
We been outa touch
Tryna find your way back
But you outa luck
How you run to gram and try to diss me?
But you was all in my phone
Saying you miss me miss me
See, how the tables turn
You was playing with fire but you the one that burned
Why you playing with blessings
I hope your lesson learned
Karma comes around
Hope you got what you deserved
Wish I could take back everything I put you on
I know that probably does seem wrong but
Fuck that
Time is what I can't get back so
Run back them golds and them Jordan 1's
Try to get it back only if you want
I be hanging round niggas that be totting guns
Me myself and I is the only thing I need
Guess we ain't work out
Cause ya momma raised a bitch like me
New phone who this?
Ain't got time for bullshit
And all the lies I dealt with
I'm done
(Man I had enough)
Its the way that you treat me it ain't even love
That ain't love
That ain't love
New phone who this?
Ain't got time for bullshit
And all the lies I dealt with
I'm done
(Man I had enough)
Its the way that you treat me it ain't even love
That ain't love
That ain't love
That ain't love
Don't feel right
Don't feel right no
Don't feel right
Man you have me fucked up
Swear to God
Don't feel right
Yeah Yeah
New phone who this?
I ain't throwing no shade no diss
I ain't throwing no shots no miss
Found somebody else to ice my wrist
I'm just being honest
I ain't never broke a promise
I'm still relevant
You can't take me out my element
Yeah
But that's what I get
For thinking everybody built like me
Yeah
And you fucked up
Now you looking for somebody that move just like me
Yeah
Last I checked I was blocked
Last I checked I was not
What you wanted
And that's cool
Maybe I wasn't
Should've told me that before we started fucking yeah
Yeah
I been the baddest in the city
Only reason that they knew about you is cause
You was with me
Told me you was finding better could you really?
Still applying the pressure
Fuck if you feel me
And I can tell when you hit my phone
I know you still think about me when you alone
I been MIA to the A to LA
You still where I left you so I know you still in place yeah
New phone who this?
Ain't got time for bullshit
And all the lies I dealt with
I'm done
(Man I had enough)
Its the way that you treat me it ain't even love
That ain't love
That ain't love
Yeah Yeah
We been outa touch
Tryna find your way back
But you outa luck
How you run to gram and try to diss me?
But you was all in my phone
Saying you miss me miss me
See, how the tables turn
You was playing with fire but you the one that burned
Why you playing with blessings
I hope your lesson learned
Karma comes around
Hope you got what you deserved
Wish I could take back everything I put you on
I know that probably does seem wrong but
Fuck that
Time is what I can't get back so
Run back them golds and them Jordan 1's
Try to get it back only if you want
I be hanging round niggas that be totting guns
Me myself and I is the only thing I need
Guess we ain't work out
Cause ya momma raised a bitch like me
New phone who this?
Ain't got time for bullshit
And all the lies I dealt with
I'm done
(Man I had enough)
Its the way that you treat me it ain't even love
That ain't love
That ain't love
New phone who this?
Ain't got time for bullshit
And all the lies I dealt with
I'm done
(Man I had enough)
Its the way that you treat me it ain't even love
That ain't love
That ain't love
That ain't love
Don't feel right
Don't feel right no
Don't feel right
Man you have me fucked up
Swear to God
Don't feel right
Credits
Writer(s): Nemchel Brunette
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