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letra de you feel me - lil blade

[verse]
i be laughin’ at the petty sh-t, i swear to god, you n-ggas silly
all my hoes bad, all my b-tches – they be sittin’ pretty
first buss down i ever seen was of my uncle billy
middle school, my uncle mike dropped the white 550
all hoes mad at me, tellin’ me i need some help
whipped out a 20-ball and told that b-tch to help herself
young n-gga winnin’, diamonds, water on me– michael phelps
could give a f-ck about some shoes, i rather go and grab the belt
moncler on my back cost me fifteen-hunid
what’s around my waist cost a qp of kush onion
plain shirt on my body cost me ‘bout two-some
took your b-tch to […], it cost me ‘bout a loose hunid
ain’t no n-gga talkin’ like me, ain’t no n-gga walkin’ like me
so much ice upon my body, lookin’ like i’m playin’ hockey
all these n-ggas tryna stop me, all they b-tches tryna mop me
yeah, crib in the ‘burbs, you can’t even find me
young og, everybody in my city know me
n-gga, can you tell the time on that fake rollie?
put that lil’ sh-t up
b-tch, you see i’m lit up
don’t walk up in here with your b-tch
‘cause she bound to get f-cked
a cool couple racks on me, still the youngest in the bar
flirtin’ with the waitress, tryna get some head in the car
yeah, that’s how i get, i get it how i live
your b-tch see me, got to droolin’, buy that b-tch a bib
yeah, i talk that one sh-t, your wife a bum b-tch
come and get some money, n-gga, f-ck the tough sh-t
yeah, i was taught to run it up, only care about my bucks
if you ain’t got five to your name, then shut the f-ck up
b-tch, i’m only nineteen, and i only like green
them blue hunids cool, they be gettin’ stuck to my jeans
i ain’t never served a fiend, you be out here sellin’ dreams
i’m the type to get a bad b-tch and let her count my cheese, n-gga

- lil blade

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