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letra de feel myself - c stunna

[intro]
(what happenin’, kountry?)
yeah
what happenin’, kountry?
d-mn
f-ck they talkin’ ’bout, n-gga? yeah
stunna, n-gga
yeah

[chorus]
uh, i’m startin’ to feel myself a lil’ bit
get on the ‘gram and post a ‘fit just to pop my sh-t
n-ggas know who really havin’, they all know who lit
don’t ask me where i got this d-mn ‘fit, you can’t afford this drip
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, we want all that
mama seen this sack, she like, “son, that ain’t all rap”
name been ringin’, ain’t a surface that i ain’t scratched
f-ck a b-tch ’til she open up to get her thing smacked

[verse]
been gettin’ to that cheese, that ain’t nothin’ new
stunna, why you do ’em like that? that’s what i’m supposed to do
whip ridin’ ’round with no brain, this a dummy coupe
a n-gga gettin’ lit off poppin’ sh-t, i’m the livin’ proof
jit ain’t tryna tighten up, let that thing loose
baby girl, you got a cat, thеn put that thing to use
a n-gga really chasin’ cheese, wе in hot pursuit
this rap my call of duty, hit the stu’ and drop a f-ckin’ nuke
this ain’t nothin’ you can do, you gotta just observe
labels tryna throw me m’s ’cause my way with words
you ain’t built for these streets, stay up on the curb
i can show you what to do with thirty like i’m steve kerr
[chorus]
uh, i’m startin’ to feel myself a lil’ bit
get on the ‘gram and post a ‘fit just to pop my sh-t
n-ggas know who really havin’, they all know who lit
don’t ask me where i got this d-mn ‘fit, you can’t afford this drip
tens, twenties, fifties, hundreds, we want all that
mama seen this sack, she like, “son, that ain’t all rap”
name been ringin’, ain’t a surface that i ain’t scratched
f-ck a b-tch ’til she open up to get her thing smacked

- c stunna

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