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Feel This Lyrics - Artist : Marlo
Cook that shit up, Quay
I pray I make it through the night, I'll be alright And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it's on once I get home I'm doin' a buck sixty, I'm in the zone, I'm coming home I been workin' all day ain't answer no phone, I don't want no phone I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this And bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this I told my bitch when you real you feel this I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this I been syrup poppin' pills and been geeking on some real shit Me and my bitch we kicking real shit Yeah my bitches she the flyest, she go get it I told her when I get it I'm gon' get it And I went and got that bag and then we split it Lenox Mall shopping, yeah she in it Gucci, Louis poppin', yeah she kick it And she watch me serve the bag and then she with it Pints by the case and yeah we sip it Then she top a nigga off and then I lick her And we pull up back to back in matching Bentleys And the bust down Rollies, they was fifty And I swear with that cash I'm the realest You can see how I whip it in the kitchen I pray I make it through the night, I'll be alright And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it's on once I get home I'm doin' a buck sixty, I'm in the zone, I'm coming home I been workin' all day ain't answer no phone, I don't want no phone I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this And bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this I told my bitch when you real you feel this I pull up with a nigga bitch, he know I hit She go crazy on that dick, she ain't with that lazy shit 12 bust the spot, she take the charge, that bitch hard Call Kristen, tell her pull her card, that's my broad Boy she'll gun you down 'bout that paper, 2-2-3's of soft raw She really with it, if she dig a nigga's pimpin' she really feelin' And she know about that cash I get wicked I spend a couple blocks, she right with me And she pray she make it through the night with me And she said she'll be alright right with me She ain't gotta call the phone, she right with me Now I pop a perc, get right with me She screaming perc gang right with me Since my nigga killed, she know I really miss him I pray I make it through the night, I'll be alright And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it's on once I get home I'm doin' a buck sixty, I'm in the zone, I'm coming home I been workin' all day ain't answer no phone, I don't want no phone I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this And bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this I told my bitch when it's real, you gotta feel this I told my bitch when you real you feel this |
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