Now I Feel Better
I ain't start rapping bout guns til I got one
Now I feel better
(Now I feel better)
And I ain't really listen when they told me to get it together
And it ain't happen in one night buddy I bet it took several
And why your baby mama on me cause I fit in her schedule
Hollering bout why you dug in me didn't know you had a shovel
Didn't know you had a bezel
Didn't know that you was special
Let me know when I can help you
Let me know when I can bless you
Let me know when I can pull up no doors on the Jeep
Bet that seatbelt'll catch you
What's taking so long to reply to me
You must want me to press you
Yeah you know I been in better moods
Yeah I eat her like a vegetable
Why the fuck you came to party if you ain't plan on having no fun
I might attach you to my carry-on
He got locked with no bond
He wish he could have a re-run
He wish he could borrow the Trackhawk from me
And push that lil bitch to the sun
He been went and stood behind bars for me I had to throw him a lil sumn
(Mmm mmm mmm mmm)
And I ain't start rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
Now I feel better
I ain't start rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
(DJ Peek)
(Mmm)
Rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
(Now I feel better mmm)
Now I feel better
I ain't start rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
(Mmm mmm mmm mmm)
Now I feel better
(Now I feel better)
And I ain't really listen when they told me to get it together
And it ain't happen in one night buddy I bet it took several
And why your baby mama on me cause I fit in her schedule
Hollering bout why you dug in me didn't know you had a shovel
Didn't know you had a bezel
Didn't know that you was special
Let me know when I can help you
Let me know when I can bless you
Let me know when I can pull up no doors on the Jeep
Bet that seatbelt'll catch you
What's taking so long to reply to me
You must want me to press you
Yeah you know I been in better moods
Yeah I eat her like a vegetable
Why the fuck you came to party if you ain't plan on having no fun
I might attach you to my carry-on
He got locked with no bond
He wish he could have a re-run
He wish he could borrow the Trackhawk from me
And push that lil bitch to the sun
He been went and stood behind bars for me I had to throw him a lil sumn
(Mmm mmm mmm mmm)
And I ain't start rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
Now I feel better
I ain't start rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
(DJ Peek)
(Mmm)
Rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
(Now I feel better mmm)
Now I feel better
I ain't start rapping bout guns til I got one now I feel better
(Mmm mmm mmm mmm)
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Writer(s): Craig Turman Jr.
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