Feelin You lyrics

[Intro]
(You can ask Bigg Cuz)
Mm, mm, mm
Hey
Ken The motherf*ckin' Man in this b*tch
Hey

[Verse]
If you got some cash, then I'm feelin' you
n*gga, can you bring a friend or two?
Pulled up in that coupe, that b*tch cost a grip
The way I do vacation, that sh*t cost a crib
All these blues on me, you'll think I'm Crip
If you ain't my blood, then I'm stiff as sh*t
Pulled it off the lot, yeah, I got to pick
If you catch a vibe, might get pistol whipped
I'm one of one, n*gga better treat me like the only one
I'm really her, swear to God, I put that on my only son
And b*tches steady stalkin' 'bout some di*k, I hope b*tches strong
A lot of b*tches talk, but when they see me, pus*y got they tongue (Mm)
Back-to-back, will I ever stop? I guess we'll never know
And b*tches reachin', guess that's 'cause I keep these b*tches on they toes
And f*ck these hoes, never was my thing to send no X and Os
The game is mine, sh*t, by now, l think that sh*t a ten and O
Oh, with my sexy self, think I wanna f*ck myself
Tell my Rose, I can't wait to see her, I'm almost at home
And you know, I don't give a f*ck enough to right a wrong
If you got a problem, hope you know it's 'til I'm dead and gone
pus*y this, pus*y that, damn, I put my pus*y on
b*tches always talkin' 'bout me slick, I can put 'em on
Sexy got him thinkin' with his di*k while his b*tch at home
He can't get enough of me, he need a clone like he Tyrone
Ayy, switch it up kinda like these b*tches, they be switchin' up
You lovin' hoes, I keep tellin' b*tches they ain't pimp enough
Tell that n*gga, "I ain't never played, I ain't no listener"
Naturally, I'm really pretty, check my Getty images
f*ck a n*gga, if he actin' up and his homie not
Call him up, tell him Saks Fifth is my favorite spot
Thought he was a drilla how he spinned the block
And all my n*ggas love me 'cause I'm everything they b*tches not
[Outro]
Yeah