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letra de feel like ye - babychiefdoit

[intro]
baow, b-tch, baow

[verse i]
she want a shark but i’m nothing like none of these n-ggas, i’m vicious, i’m a piranha
don’t hop in the street if you don’t got a drac’, it get hot in this b-tch like you stuck in a sauna
n-gga want smoke with the gang but he don’t got no bodies, the f-ck? is the young n-gga high?
shoot up the funeral, don’t give a f-ck if the pastor is sad, that n-gga can die
n-ggas’ll walk and talk like me, who kids is these? they must be mine
n-ggas be saying it’s animals only but what kind? it must be swine
this ho tall so i gotta climb, come suck my d-ck, i’m tryna unwind
young as h-ll with a ten-milly-grrt, it’s grown ass men still playing with nines
he [?], but you hang with him, a lot of sh-t don’t make sense
its a lot of sh-t i don’t get
it’s a [?], you don’t wanna get hit with this
one n-gga had got hit with switch in the hеad, he ain’t dead but it made him forgеt
one n-gga had got hit in his kidney, he ain’t die but it made him sh-t

[chorus]
b-tch, i feel like ye, i’m yeezy, n-gga
getting that tunechi, weezy, n-gga
bored as sh-t, too easy, n-gga
remember they wouldn’t believe a n-gga
come on, let’s go, no sleezy, n-gga
my [?] still gotta free that n-gga
you better talk to jesus, n-gga
soon we gon send you to meet that n-gga
f-ck your man, i’ll beat that n-gga
and if i can, ima smoke his ass
it’s gon’ be r.i.p. , that n-gga
bad lil barbie call me arby’s, she know this where the meat at, n-gga
tell me where you want to meet at, n-gga
i’ll f-ck around, pull up where you sleep at, n-gga
i’m blowing as soon as i see that n-gga
[intermission]
a lot of n-ggas don’t like me because i’m the realest n-gga you gon’ ever see
[?] some freddy crueger sh-t, i pull up in your dreams
on foenem

[verse ii]
you don’t want smoke, n-gga, you better go ‘head
we tryna mr. potato a n-gga
[?] to his forehead, we tryna rotten tomato a n-gga
[?] what you thought we doing?
in california, we making a movie
you tricking on b-tches that gon’ [?] while im tryna crumble a bad b-tch cookie
somebody in here smell like dookie
why this b-tch act like i need her? i can’t stand the smell of her coochie
hoes be having me f-cked up, had to look in the mirror like, “am i a goofy?”
b-tch, do i look like a clown?
if i throw some cash is you gon’ make that ass go ‘round
is you gon’ turn that ass around
is you gon’ make that sh-t go up and down

- babychiefdoit

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