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letra de no feelings - mikloe$k

[verse 1]
(yeah) i can never trust a b–ch
i can never love a b–ch
try to play with my feelings, but i don’t even feel that s–t
lost emotion when i was a little kid
rolling up my pain, finna spark my spliff
let me talk my s–t, i flex because i ain’t never had sh-t
i turned into a savage
i started ballin’ like one of them n–gas, on the mavericks (yeah)
shoutout to my raza down in texas
making all the money, been collecting all the checks quick
only speak the truth if i didn’t do it, i won’t say it (a hundred)
can never lie, like these caps these n–gas be wearing
my chain shinning bright, it would leave your b–ch staring
bring the diamond tester, s–t will make you repair it
paco told me “keep going till these n–gas start hearing” (that’s my n–ga)
my cousin a real n–ga put me on to the game
showed me how to do moves, make money everyday (uh huh)
focused on my future, there’s still money to made
i ain’t never chilling till i’m sitting on a private plane
smoking spider kush while i’m busy f–king mary jane
kissing on her neck while she busy giving a n–ga brain
when that h– left, i ain’t never been the same

[bridge]
i can never trust a b–ch
i can never love a b–ch
rolling up my pain, in my blunt, my feelings spark in it
fill it up with grabba, spice it up like a spanish b–ch
try to play with my feelings but i don’t even feel them no more
[verse 2]
cruzito blasts the music when he be driving his whip
loud music, loud smoke, feels like a party, we lit
largo doing big moves, he be inspiring a kid
i told him “keep going cuz, you already legit”
soon or later, n–gas gonna be wearing your shirts
real young hustlers, really put in that f–king work
seeing my grandma’s grave, i can’t even explain the hurt
beautiful view of santa ana, feeling her dirt
en la cancha con mis primo chacas, smoking a blunt
smoking natural grown weed, but i been used to the runts
i miss all my homies down there, really kept it a buck
the day i make it, promise i’ma send y’all n–gas some bucks
shoot for the stars, got to focus up
can’t show a b–ch no love, lost emotions when i was a little thug
my pain now i roll it up, my feelings now i smoke it up
try to play with my feelings, but i don’t even feel it no more

- mikloek

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