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letra de how i feel - glokk40spaz

[chorus]
hm
hm, b-tch, you know that i’m baby life
hm, b-tch, you know i don’t play nice
f-ck you and dip, you know i don’t stay night
sh-t don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
i don’t feel okay, i’m not finna lie
rubbin’ this glock, not supposed to f-ckin’ try it
i miss kyra, i caught my first tear in my eye
i ain’t f-ckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
why you try to rob me, b-tch you got the wrong guy
we ‘den been did what we did, i ain’t gotta prove nothing i wouldn’t lie
i ‘den been in these f-ckin’ streets since a young n-gga, i ain’t gotta try
[verse]
i said you ain’t mine baby don’t even cry
i told vellie, i bought that fire and they called that lying
my partner not ready, i told them i’m ready to shine when y’all ready to shine
put on that drip baby take your time
suck my d-ck, baby don’t waste time
imma be rеal, i don’t think i wanna get signed
imma be so rеal, i don’t think i’ll ever get rid of this 9
imma be so real, i don’t think i’ll ever get rid of this 9
we just gon’ smoke him like a drug deal
showed him some bullets, n-gga planned on dyin’
went to catch on the a before the n-ggas took that time
don’t asked who shoot my partner it ain’t mine
know forever baby it ain’t gd
if you disrespect my f-ckin’ brother, put that on the mob, n-gga up that [?]
i send shots, try me, no one know how i live
baby you high right now, please brother, don’t give them no extra sh-t
i’m not from florida, but n-gga, don’t try me like i’m regular jit
all my woah got that drill, you try me, we all in this sh-t
i’m a woah, f-ck yo’ stamp
n-gga try me, f-ck yo’ camp
play with the gang, we light ‘em up just like a lamp
you lie ‘bout you stamp, then you gon’ get faded
i let the draco shine on ‘em, said the p-ssy n-ggas got a f-ckin’ tag
huh, n-gga talking on the f-ckin’ net, we called the n-gga f-ckin’ lame
huh, catch him and flip him n-gga ain’t on nothin’
hrll, n-gga made bullseye, we on track
hm, put this on the mob, k!lled 5 n-ggas for a hundred grand
hm, yea, he think he a vamp
hm, yea, who the f-ck got yo’ stamp
hm, you ain’t gotta remember me, but just tell me
why the f-ck would i put my own f-ckin’ career in jeopardy
and you tell me, you thuggin’ out for sure, but you can get a better me
i don’t know why, i guess i’m not feeling your energy
[chorus]
hm
hm, b-tch, you know that i’m baby life
hm, b-tch, you know i don’t play nice
f-ck you and dip, you know i don’t stay night
sh-t don’t feel real, it don’t feel right
i don’t feel okay, i’m not finna lie
rubbin’ this glock, not supposed to f-ckin’ try it
i miss kyra, i caught my first tear in my eye
i ain’t f-ckin’ this bit’, the ho not my type
why you try to rob me, b-tch you got the wrong guy
we ‘den been did what we did, i ain’t gotta prove nothing i wouldn’t lie
i ‘den been in these f-ckin’ streets since a young n-gga, i ain’t gotta try

[outro]
hm, yea, both my best friends locked up for a murder
hm, i just want to tell ma that i’m sorry, ‘cus i know this sh-t hurt her
and i get so high i’m paranoid, i hope police don’t even call this burner
and i rap about all my vibe, i hope my b-tch do not look at my journal
and these 762 hit his face like a durma
hm, wet his ass up like the beat, these n-ggas screaming long live the murderer
i told her if you hold me down, i promise i won’t hurt her

- glokk40spaz

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