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letra de fu** their feelins - gata green eyes / christina wu saldana

intro:
they callin my phone and they trippin
wanna ride in my whip but i’m dippin
wanna play games throw your chips in cuz
b-tch i ain’t with it you trippin
trippin
trippin
trippin
trippin trippin trippin trippin

verse 1:
they callin my phone and they trippin
wanna ride in my whip but i’m dippin
wanna play games throw your chips in cuz
b-tch i ain’t with it you trippin
p-ss me a dutch and i’ll split it
p-ss me some money i’ll triple the digits
i f-ck with eagles not pigeons get with it
i do not give a f-ck i’m burning bridges
f-ck all these parasites gold diggers and leeches
look in my eyes when you speaking
these b-tches want you to feed em dont need em
but i serve em jack like a dealer
thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
dont ask me questions i have my reasons
i brush em off like they nada dont need em
and thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
they on me like my fruits in season
i brush em off like they nada dont need em
and thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
they trippin
trippin
trippin
trippin
trippin trippin trippin trippin

verse 2:
i got that swag ima floss it
everything perfect gotta make that sh-t flawless
im at work step into my office
i’ll take your pennies and turn em to profit
climb any hill call me thomas
catch any pitch call me tony gonzales
i make her nervous she know her man want it
i only chase paper b-tch you know i’m on it
foot on the gas and im wild’n
i know the law dont remind me
these b-tches actin ent-tled
i make love to my stacks so it might take a while
foot on the gas and i’m wild’n
i know the law dont remind me
these b-tches actin ent-tled
i make love to my stacks so it might take a while

verse 3:
look in my eyes when you speaking
my eyes are not on the ceiling
these b-tches want you to feed em don’t need em
but i serve em jack like a dealer
they on me like my fruits in season
f-ck all these gold diggers and leeches
i brush em off like they nada dont want em
i trash and delete em
he need pepto bismol his mouth won’t stop leaking
i told him stop talking he thought i was teasing
game so cold they say my words freezing
i chop em like onions and leave em in pieces
thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
dont ask me questions i have my reasons
but here’s one for you, when you leavin?
thats just the truth f-ck their feelins

bridge:
they all on my sh-t wanna f-ck with me
i told i dont keep company
i got 12 on my -ss like a honeybee
and they all wanna take me in custody yup
these dudes be fallin in love with me
but these fools be trippin so i leave em wondering
they think that they special but they come abundantly
its just me and my hustle and this sh-t is fun to me
skurr skurr

trippin
trippin
trippin
trippin trippin trippin trippin

verse 4:
they callin my phone and they trippin
wanna ride in my whip but i’m dippin
wanna play games throw your chips in cuz
b-tch i ain’t with it you trippin
p-ss me a dutch and i’ll split it
p-ss me some money i’ll triple the digits
i f-ck with eagles not pigeons get with it
i do not give a f-ck i’m burning bridges
f-ck all these parasites gold diggers and leeches
look in my eyes when you speaking
these b-tches want you to feed em dont need em
but i serve em jack like a dealer
thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
dont ask me questions i have my reasons
i brush em off like they nada dont need em
and thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
thats just the truth f-ck their feelins
they on me like my fruits in season
i brush em off like they nada dont need em
and thats just the truth f-ck their feelins

- gata green eyes christina wu saldana

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