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letra de how does it feel - d savage

[intro]
earlonthebeat
uh

[chorus]
spend a check on some diamonds, uh
in the trap lowkey, but my neck keep shining, ayy
i’ma keep on grindin’, uh (ayy)
n-ggas hatin’ on me but i don’t really mind it
and i just chopped the top off the coupe (ayy)
if i catch me a opp, i’ma shoot (ayy)
her p-ssy trash, loose
how does it feel to be you? uh (ayy)

[post-chorus]
how does it feel to be rich?
how does it feel to be used?
oh, i promise i’m not being rude (no)
but right now i’m not f-cking with you (no)
i’m just bicken back bein’ bool
i get in that p-ssy, it’s wet like a pool
she sucking that d-ck and it’s makin’ her drool
i’m smoking on ‘thrax, i don’t f-ck with a jew
if n-ggas want war them i’m calling the troops

[verse 1]
in the traphouse cooking up bricks
feel like sahbabii, i pull up with sticks
n-ggas keep talking, get slapped like a b-tch
i’m shooting my shot, and no, i won’t miss
stick d-ck in your b-tch and she said it’s too big
mony powr rspt, the gang in this b-tch
n-ggas act tough and get sprayed in this b-tch
you f-cked up my shoes, got blood on my kicks, d-mn, uh

[chorus]
spend a check on some diamonds, uh
in the trap lowkey, but my neck keep shining, ayy
i’ma keep on grindin’, uh (ayy)
n-ggas hatin’ on me but i don’t really mind it
and i just chopped the top off the coupe (ayy)
if i catch me a opp, i’ma shoot (ayy)
her p-ssy trash, loose
how does it feel to be you? uh (ayy)

[verse 2]
in the traphouse f-ckin’ it up
thought you was buggin’, we spray your sh-t up
thought i saw 12 but i don’t give a f-ck
we just focused on running it up, ayy
i got hundreds, i’m throwin’ it up
just bought me some pressure, i’m rollin’ it up
[?] some extra, i’m pourin’ it up
the ak is russian, i’m loadin’ it up, ayy
i told my n-ggas, “stay down for this sh-t” (ayy)
when i’m out slidin’ you know i won’t miss (ayy)
beat up the pot when i’m twerking my wrist
n-ggas ain’t have it, they cappin’ this sh-t
i can do magic when i flip the brick
i got locked for a glock, tell the judge, “suck a d-ck”
that p-ssy outstanding, but i can’t fit
double-cuppin’ the fanta, i’m slurping the sh-t (pssh, pssh)

[chorus]
spend a check on some diamonds, uh
in the trap lowkey, but my neck keep shining, ayy
i’ma keep on grindin’, uh (ayy)
n-ggas hatin’ on me but i don’t really mind it
and i just chopped the top off the coupe (ayy)
if i catch me a opp, i’ma shoot (ayy)
her p-ssy trash, loose
how does it feel to be you? uh (ayy)

[outro]
ya b-tch

- d savage

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