No Label (Feel Good)

Riding round and I feel good
Too nice feel good
I feel good

Yeah I know that they watching
You know ion speak nothing bout it
She hearting and liking my pictures
Lil momma come see if I'm bout it

I put on this drip with no stylist
You ever been doubted, but still pulled through nigga?
You know how that feel nigga?
If I love you, I'm gone deal with you

Riding round and I feel good
Got a lil ring to it
Baby I can make you feel good
Come get real good

And some hoes might just hate me
But you can't blame me
My last bitch tried to name me
But ain't no labeling

Yeah all I saw was make belief
That's shit crazy
Roll this dope up, hit my shoulder lean
Feel like uzi
Chilled out on spending bread on a bitch
That shit backwards
Now I got a freaky one, pull me in
Bend ha backwards

Hope you feel what saying
I'm sorry keep most of this in
Like lovers or friends
It's hard to understand
Okay it's you and your friends, I'm bringing my mans
Might as well arrange some plans
We can do it whenever, just give me a time
You know that I stay up on a grind
We can do whatever baby you like

We some young turnt niggas get it going yes sir
We ain't tripping off of one
Yeah it's some more that's pressure
Teaching lessons if you listen
I'm a nice professor
Bryso that nigga, I'm Too nice
Bet I could get her wetter (yeah)

Rule number one if she gone leave
Then let her go cause he not me
Bet she gone see
I'm not dissing nobody, but who better than me?
Told you baby I could make you feel good
Woke up tapped the wood now I feel real good

Riding round and I feel good
Got a lil ring to it
Baby I can make you feel good
Come get real good

And some hoes might just hate me
But you can't blame me
My last bitch tried name me
But ain't no labeling

Yeah all I saw was make beliefs
That's shit crazy
Roll this dope up, hit my shoulder lean
Feel like uzi
Chilled out on spending bread on a bitch
Living backwards
Now I got a freaky one, pull me in
Bend ha backwards

Hope you feel what saying
I'm sorry keep most of this in
Like lovers or friends
It's hard to understand
Okay it's you and your friends, I'm bringing my mans
Might as well arrange some plans
We can do it whenever, just give me a time
You know that I stay up on a grind
We can do whatever baby you like



Credits
Writer(s): Bryson Ivy
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