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How It Feel Lyrics - Artist : LPB Poody
Man this shit sounds like some congratulations type shit like I done made it
You know what I'm saying You know what they say Sky is the limit Tryna put one of you niggas in it For real, see me up there Ay look Round of applause even doe I Ain't complete (come on) Rip my dawgs I lost some niggas To the streets (I swear) I might just risk it all and I won't Settle for defeat (uh uh ) Sorry if I missed ya call now leave A message at the beep I told the bros get to the round table So we can eat (come on) Group full of thieves only a few gone Take a seat (yea) I've been running to them mills got me feeling Like I'm meek Pick a raw bitch off the gram and I'ma Treat her like a freak (come on) Actions louder than words you know me I barely speak (nope) How I'm pronouncing these words the way I do it so unique Make dem boys bend ya curb and they'll do that shit for cheap Like it ain't hard to touch a nigga you ain't never out of reach (at all) Press play and they gone spin for Me DVD (come on) Use to be eating off the government EBT (what) Now they finessing off of cash loans PPP (yeah) You can Look me up on iPhone to See It's me Like Do you know how it feel just to make Yo mama proud She call me her baby but I ain't her Only child (uh uh) We was hardheaded reckless ass jits Running wild (swear) Cant believe I made it out it's been Forever since I smiled (come on) My niggas in the sky rooting for me Looking down (what) Corona virus my name been spreading All through the town (glou) Did it by myself no ion never need A crowd If I was into drugs we smoking oops By the pound (look) Now tell me how that sound Now tell me how it feel (ay what we doing) We keep swinging round and round (come on) He gone shoot I got the wheel (ay) That's just being real (what) A big shoutout to my shooter He shoot from the wing ain't talking hooters (come on) Don't give a fucc about the past baby I'm the future Go type my name up I bet I'm all over computers (come on) And that's just from the heart you know what I'm saying Everything I speak on how I feel Everything I speak on be for real Like I seen it But I ain't even there yet Right there in front of me Got shit up to a thousand so fast (I'm on the way) (Come on man) Ain't even gotta clap for me at the end either I'm tired of playing with you niggas Cause you wasn't there before (too far gone) I'm on a whole different level Better catch up, no mustard |
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