"Feeling Dis" lyrics
Myaap, 3200 Tre & Vae Vanilla Lyrics
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Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack
Every day I wake, getting to the bag
P bitch, nigga feeling that
Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack
Every day I wake, getting to the bag
P bitch, nigga feeling that
Nigga want a P 'cause I'm real bad
All you hoes going out real sad
Trues on my ass, he wanna feel that
Got the recipe, they wanna steal that
Prada on my feet, say he proud of me
Feel like IG, the way they follow me
All you hoes cheap, never been a P
Dropped a couple bands on this Louis V
I be with them sharks, you a goldfish
Slapped ten on her, told her hold this
Used to eat Wendys, now it's Ruth Chris
Bitch, your pussy loose, you be jumping dicks
Blicky got a switch, it be dumping shit
Ain't got tension but I'm jumping fits
When I hit the club, DJ play my shit
VVS's on my neck, on my wrist a brick
Lil bitch, watch your mouth, you is not her
Quick to check a bitch like a doctor
Acting-ass hoes, need an Oscar
Got this shit locked like a password
Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack
Every day I wake, getting to the bag
P bitch, nigga feeling that
Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack (Vaesus)
Every day I wake, getting to the bag (Yeah, yeah)
P bitch, nigga feeling that
I'm a P bitch, on Jesus
He gave me a tour, and I broke it into pieces
They say trust no bitch, I'm the reason
Soon his money ain't get spent, boy, I'm leaving
You ain't popping tags, I'm about to pack my bags
Rich nigga on my ass, yeah, he said he feeling that
All my exes broke and mad, 'cause I milked them for they last
Ain't a real boss until you lost it all and got it back
Huh, baby draggin' a wagon, you know I'm feeling that
She gon' suck it 'til soft, and then suck it 'til the feeling back
Hmm, he held the door for my bitch, and got his ceilin' cracked
Her pussy trash, but as long as the Chase open, I'll'll still would crack it
Huh, you say the nails ain't enough, you want the hair?
As long as he paying all the bills, you don't care?
If she say she with it too, you gon' share?
Buy her shoes, it don't be one pair
I can't fuck with lame hoes
I like to fuck with real bitches, I can't do no strange hoes
I got a Sacks Fifth bitch, y'all hoes be in Rainbow
When your pockets right, it ain't that hard to get you rained on
Huh, this bitch head dumb, I think her brain gone
I never needed J, I'm still me without my chain on
I'm finna find a group of baddies to put my gang on
Huh, she said "This pussy yours", I'm putting your name on it"
Real Money Counter, M.I.N.E. shit, nigga
Free Ri
It's 30
Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack
Every day I wake, getting to the bag
P bitch, nigga feeling that
Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack
Every day I wake, getting to the bag
P bitch, nigga feeling that
Nigga want a P 'cause I'm real bad
All you hoes going out real sad
Trues on my ass, he wanna feel that
Got the recipe, they wanna steal that
Prada on my feet, say he proud of me
Feel like IG, the way they follow me
All you hoes cheap, never been a P
Dropped a couple bands on this Louis V
I be with them sharks, you a goldfish
Slapped ten on her, told her hold this
Used to eat Wendys, now it's Ruth Chris
Bitch, your pussy loose, you be jumping dicks
Blicky got a switch, it be dumping shit
Ain't got tension but I'm jumping fits
When I hit the club, DJ play my shit
VVS's on my neck, on my wrist a brick
Lil bitch, watch your mouth, you is not her
Quick to check a bitch like a doctor
Acting-ass hoes, need an Oscar
Got this shit locked like a password
Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack
Every day I wake, getting to the bag
P bitch, nigga feeling that
Ass so fat, nigga wanna grab
Cheap ho, show me what you crack (Vaesus)
Every day I wake, getting to the bag (Yeah, yeah)
P bitch, nigga feeling that
I'm a P bitch, on Jesus
He gave me a tour, and I broke it into pieces
They say trust no bitch, I'm the reason
Soon his money ain't get spent, boy, I'm leaving
You ain't popping tags, I'm about to pack my bags
Rich nigga on my ass, yeah, he said he feeling that
All my exes broke and mad, 'cause I milked them for they last
Ain't a real boss until you lost it all and got it back
Huh, baby draggin' a wagon, you know I'm feeling that
She gon' suck it 'til soft, and then suck it 'til the feeling back
Hmm, he held the door for my bitch, and got his ceilin' cracked
Her pussy trash, but as long as the Chase open, I'll'll still would crack it
Huh, you say the nails ain't enough, you want the hair?
As long as he paying all the bills, you don't care?
If she say she with it too, you gon' share?
Buy her shoes, it don't be one pair
I can't fuck with lame hoes
I like to fuck with real bitches, I can't do no strange hoes
I got a Sacks Fifth bitch, y'all hoes be in Rainbow
When your pockets right, it ain't that hard to get you rained on
Huh, this bitch head dumb, I think her brain gone
I never needed J, I'm still me without my chain on
I'm finna find a group of baddies to put my gang on
Huh, she said "This pussy yours", I'm putting your name on it"
Real Money Counter, M.I.N.E. shit, nigga
Free Ri
It's 30
