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letra de oh what a feeling - jay critch

[intro]
turn my headphones up
ayy, jay critch, hood faith
hey (gracias, [?]), ayy

[chorus]
got the bags, flipped this sh-t to existence
it’s a thousand way to get this chicken
treat these n-ggas like they nonexistent
smoke the gas, it ain’t cloudin’ my vision
and i get buck, it’s like i’m on the pistons
i’ma just hop in that wraith and get misty
i’m with the baddie, i’m changin’ positions
whole lotta rackies, they hate how i’m livin’
it’s ’bout a check, i can’t get wait to get it
ayy, count it like, “oh, what a feeling”
i run it up ’til it’s over the limit
i say the word then it’s over, they spinnin’
i’m set for life, i was broke for a minute
i don’t f-ck with ’em, ain’t feelin’ they energy
if he move funny, we fry him like kennedy
i’m comin’ through presidential like kennedy
but i got whole lotta shots for my enemies
i’m livin’ good, prayin’ that it don’t go bad
these n-ggas takin’ that l, tell ’em, “hold that”
he wanted clout and then he got a toe-tag
[verse]
i’m gettin’ rich and it’s makin’ ’em so mad
these n-ggas jersey retired, they throwbacks
i was finessin’, but i cannot go back
soon as she step in the crib, she gon’ throw back
and if they throwin’ bullets, we throw back
that’s police at the door, gotta go check
and my bro made a bag off of dope packs
that sh-t all for the hood [like coat-check?][1:01]
like it ain’t no security at the door, man, these n-ggas get no checks
i need a hundred milli’ with a richard millie, all i wanted was rolex (ice)
i gotta keep it with me in a different city, i get paid just to go flex
we’ll spin your block like (boom, uh), they’ll spin it back like go flex
this money sh-t gettin’ easy to me
tell the lawyers, “go read it for me”
windows tinted, can’t see it was me
in the foreign, i heated the seats

[chorus]
got the bags, flipped this sh-t to existence
it’s a thousand way to get this chicken
treat these n-ggas like they nonexistent
smoke the gas, it ain’t clouded my vision
and i get buck, it’s like i’m on the pistons
i’ma just hop in that wraith and get misty
i’m with the baddie, i’m changin’ positions
whole lotta rackies, they hate how i’m livin’
it’s ’bout a check, i can’t get wait to get it
ayy, count it like, “oh, what a feeling”
i run it up ’til it’s over the limit
i say the word, then it’s over, they spinnin’
i’m set for life, i was broke for a minute
i don’t f-ck with ’em, i ain’t feelin’ they energy
if he move funny, we fry him like kennedy
i’m comin’ through presidential like kennedy
but i got whole lotta shots for my enemies
i’m livin’ good, prayin’ that it don’t go bad
these n-ggas takin’ that l, tell ’em, “hold that”
he wanted clout and then he got a toe-tag

- jay critch

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