Feel Good (Remix) (Demo) lyrics

[Intro]
Thomas Crager

[Chorus: Fresco Trey]
Diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist
It make me feel good
She just want a n*gga, f*ck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
Imma shoot my shot, no I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out

[Verse 1: Fresco Trey]
She don't love me, she fell in love with the VVS (Oo-Ooo)
I bet you won't believe me
I been on the road for the past five days
She know it's no fun when I have my way
She can get replaced In the fastest way ay-ay-ay
Aye if love hurts I guess I love pain
But I won't put you in this sh*t 'cause it's a tough game
And I got too comfortable with sticks, I gave my guns names
And how I leave my heat, and go to LA like I'm LeBron James
I did it once, I'll do it again
I f*cked two girls and they was friends
And they like how he do whatever he want?
'Cause b*tch, I'm the man
[Chorus: Fresco Trey & Polo G]
Diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist
It make me feel good
She just want a n*gga, f*ck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
Imma shoot my shot, no I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the lord that I don't flop now (Oh, oh, uh)
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out (Uh, uh)

[Verse 2: Polo G]
From this crazy world, I'm tryna detach
That n*gga real, best thing to do for him is havin' his back
Tryna find himself, don't know how he should act
And he shot from shells, with the opps so stacked
Twin Glocks like Cody and Zack
Pick and roll, my n*ggas score like Kobe and Shaq
Chillin' with shadows, get no lonely than that
Keep your opinion, all I want is the facts
My n*gga slidin' for his birthday, all he want is a pack
With two arms reachin' out the window like a drive-through
You steady hiding, it ain't sh*t to come and find you
Won't understand, they only see it from a side-view
Lost compassion for all the times I was lied to
[Chorus: Fresco Trey]
Diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist
It make me feel good
She just want a n*gga, f*ck her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
Imma shoot my shot, no I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out