Feelin Like by Currensy
[Intro: from "Super Fly"]
"Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole
in your head"
[Verse 1:]
Like a nigga selling dope
Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope
They waiting to see me fail, I'm waiting on this boat
Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go
Dress like I really didn't have no plans
Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants
Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her
But she made it shake and I ain't even have to pay her
And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my
papers
Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers
Me, I'm under the sun, sports car racing
Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit
[Hook:]
Straw in my Ros� Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
Feeling like I can have any bitch I want
Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me
Yeah, yeah
Straw in my Ros� Mo's when I step through the door
And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be
[Verse 2:]
Wake up, thank the man I'm still alive
Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I'm a drive
Backing out my driveway, automatic gates
Couple automatic assassins securing my estate
I don't know what I done, niggas mad at me
I bought a couple nice things, thought you'll be happy
But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me
You want me die cause your girl tryna get at me
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