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letra de feeling myself - key glock

[chorus]
i got, i got these double g’s, gucci gucci on me
and i smoke so many trees my eyes looking chinese
yeah my clothes from overseas but a n-gga still street
all this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat
nah i don’t f-ck with squares but wear a lot of louis v
got more chains than mr. t (ice), sip more lean than pimp c (mud)
i’m that young n-gga, turn your main b-tch to a freak (thot)
they like glock you off the leash, got ’em jumpin’ off they seat

[verse 1]
i ball too hard b-tch, i’m the mvp (yeah, yeah)
i’m k!llin’ sh-t b-tch, you know rip (yeah, yeah, rip b-tch)
let my chopper sing b-tch, rnb (rnb)
and i sip hi-tech b-tch, not no mgp (i drink mud)
i’m feelin’ myself, i asked the mirror on the wall
please tell me who the flyest young n-gga of ’em all (glock)
you know i ball too hard, lonzo ball, john wall (ball)
i got a short attention span but like my money tall
i got more stripes than a referee
i might pierce you with the tec, you play with me, and
throw you out the game just for a fee
i’ma throw you out the game just for a fee

[chorus]
i got, i got these double g’s, gucci gucci on me
and i smoke so many trees my eyes looking chinese (ching chong)
yeah my clothes from overseas but a n-gga still street
all this ice up on me so i gotta keep the heat
nah i don’t f-ck with squares but wear a lot of louis v
got more chains than mr. t (ice), sip more lean than pimp c (mud)
i’m that young n-gga, turn your main b-tch to a freak (thot)
they like glock you off the leash, got ’em jumpin’ off they seat

[verse 2]
you can’t be with gang, it ain’t no sign up (you can’t hang with us)
we got big clips on us, run up, you get lined up (bap bap)
let my youngins take your watch, they like your time up (gimme that b-tch)
got a dark chocolate b-tch, call her godiva (bad b-tch)
and her head fire, ghost rider (ghost rider)
i’m a peter piper, i’m a one nighter (ah yeah)
stabbin’ in the gut, i feel like michael myers (in her gut)
i pull up burning rubber, n-gga bet your t-tle (i’m gone)
skrrt, hit the dash (i’m gone), you know i’m going fast (i’m gone)
godd-mn i feel like flash, i’m racing to that bag
skrrt, hit the dash (i’m gone), you know i’m going fast (i’m gone)
godd-mn i feel like flash, i’m racing to that bag

- key glock

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