Feelings lyrics

I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
n*ggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling

I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
n*ggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling

Touch screen everything, all the bling, bling
Nelly Furtado type of body f*ck that ching, ching
Trade jams with the gold for my grimy things
Buddha man they get they clothes and I ain’t talkin’ Gs
Now I gotta speak in code, cause they be watchin’ me
They been sayin’ we all GOAT, I’m like probably
n*ggas wanna f*ck my hoe, wanna copy me
Call me [?] Blood before a job with me
Remember you wanted some drawers and had no broccoli?
And you pulled up on yo lil plug and got a lot from me?
Remember when I did that time you tried to hide from me?
Ain’t had no Glock for me, wouldn’t even lie for me
I’ma pull a Suge Knight and hang you off a balcony
Can't even do that sh*t you know they got it out for me
I seen you tweeting bout the piece, I know you scared to shoot police
The only time you vouch for me is when they lookin’ round for me
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
n*ggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling

I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
n*ggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling

I can see you pus*y n*ggas from the bars, hotel top floor
(whoa, whoa, high as a blimp)
When I step out of my car, pretty b*tches hop out, open up my doors
(whoa, whoa, just like a player, yeah)
Trappin’ and wrappin’ then things up, if you ain’t talkin’ rappin’ I hang up
Start doin’ numbers you change up, your homie gon’ turn to a stranger
Some n*ggas bang with their guns, some n*ggas bang with their fingers
You might look up some n*ggas and b*tches who don’t give a f*ck, still let you hang out
They only around cause you dangerous, they only around cause you famous
Gold in my mouth, I got hoes in the South
Mid-west sittin’ at the house, everyone be acting out
And they hate that, wanna be me, figured it out
I got a million bucks, n*gga wanna dress like me
Fly high like me, low life, ask me
Straight lane muggin’ out, what the f*ck is that about
How the f*ck you know my name, I be f*ckin’ up the game
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
n*ggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling

I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
I got a feeling these n*ggas in touch with the people in federal buildings
n*ggas be all in their feelings, that’s why I got me a feeling