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letra de feelin' high - rocco

[verse 1]
uh, my girl been trippin’
she hate it cause i never answer when i’m on the phone with the label
my baby know the deal, i tell her
i ain’t exclusive i leave it all out on the table
she’s into energy readings and meditation but these drugs keep me mentally stable
i’m worth a million dollars you know i ain’t trippin’
i’m court-side at the lakers

[post-chorus]
you need to pipe down (no)
this life ain’t for everybody (this life ain’t for everybody)
my neck and ears they iced out
so you can’t treat me like just anybody (treat me like just anybody)

[verse 2]
yeah, don’t f-ck with me wrong but you trippin’ cause i really start a riot
yeah, and bro got a nine when he at the crib it don’t turn into michael myers (grah)
yeah, drugs s-x, drugs s-x
she says she wanna try it
yeah, she looking back when i hit it, oh (yeah)
hold on, i got cash and some b-tches with ass
and i flew them both out to italy
if i remember it’s britney and tiffany
they used to f-ck with my friend, are you kidding me
i made the money and had an epiphany
i had them singing to me like a symphony
i went and broke with the shoot up and look at me
i ain’t even know that they were not into me
i got my bands up
now i can’t stand ya
cause you cause all my problems
i’m tryna turn this b-tch up
even if you want it, i don’t got no time
pull up slide, slide, slide, slide
[chorus]
i got bands on me
i chased the bag when they ran from it
i know my worth and i stand on it
so i don’t give a f-ck if they saying something
i know, can’t touch me
if she been around then she can’t f-ck me
she hate the fact that her friends love me
i can’t help that i’m rich and i ain’t ugly

[open verse]

[chorus]
i got bands on me
i chased the bag when they ran from it
i know my worth and i stand on it
so i don’t give a f-ck if they saying something
i know, can’t touch me
if she been around then she can’t f-ck me
she hate the fact that her friends love me
i can’t help that i’m rich and i ain’t ugly
[post-chorus]
you need to pipe down (no)
this life ain’t for everybody (this life ain’t for everybody)
my neck and ears they iced out
so you can’t treat me like just anybody (treat me like just anybody)

- rocco

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