FEELIN LIKE lyrics

[Verse]
Got some Anna on your chest for me then b*tch, bring it on
I don't need no f*cking back up I don't need no f*cking tone
Got my left and my right to lay you on the f*cking ground
Blood leaking from your face as you make a screaming sound
I'm a motherf*cking man and I say what I feel
I ain't talking on the net b*tch I keep it f*cking real
Face to face you know the deal, cowards say they don't want it
b*tch I know the sh*t I've done so there's no need to f*cking flaunt it
South side, south side, till the day, till I die
Hoe I rep it to the fullest yes I say that sh*t with pride
Just a young white boy who ain't never had sh*t
Told I never be sh*t so now I'm here to chance it b*tch
Too thick, too thick, Doomshop is the click
Sixset murking bustas lettin em know who run this sh*t
If you got a f*cking problem
If you got something to say
Then bring that sh*t to the floor
Baker ain't the one to play
Ya b*tch

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[Hook]
Smoking on some dank while I sip on a pint of yak
With my n*ggas high as hell off that fat chronic sack
Riding through the park blowing A/C while I'm chiefing man
b*tches looking at me because they know a n*gga riding clean
Smoking on some dank while I sip on a pint of yak
With my n*ggas high as hell off that fat chronic sack
Riding through the park blowing A/C while I'm chiefing man
b*tches looking at me because they know a n*gga riding clean