Feelings lyrics

[Intro]
(Marc Boomin, this you?)
What up, Marc Boomin?
It's Rio Da Yung OG, n*gga
I had to go'n 'head and show y'all somethin'
Boyz in this b*tch, n*gga, you know what's goin' on
Sometimes I be in my feelings

[Verse 1]
Met a thick yellow b*tch with a pretty face
Ass fat, with a belly ring and a slim waist
f*ck around and ate the pus*y, it had a different taste
Say her last n*gga was a square, bae, I'm a different shape
I got a thousand Percocets, I'll never take 'em
Got a lawyer b*tch, try to take her, we gon' litigate you
I'm tryna teach you n*ggas somethin', let me demonstrate
Cuz got a pint, he tryna tax, I think I'm finna take it
Let me concentrate, I'm gettin' off-topic
Bend it over, make that ass bounce like some hydraulics
Baby, hit them knees and suck my balls 'til your jaws lockin'
I even got the pistol when we in the mall shoppin'
Pass it off like a quarterback and have my dawg pop you
I told him meet me in the car, now he runnin' back
Work a b*tch out like the gym and have her stomach flat
I drink a lot of Hi-Tech, that's why my stomach fat
[Interlude]
If you don't know how I feel for you
It's time I let all feelings show (It's time I let you know)
I love you (Girl, I love you)
And I'll never let you go, no, baby (I promise)
Right now

[Verse 2]
Nutted in her, now she seven months, ain't no comin' back
All she keep sayin' is, "Ayy, I want my stomach back"
Pay her to abort it, she ain't do it, now I'm f*ckin' mad
I ain't even trippin', b*tch, just give my money back
I paid to f*ck, guess what? I nutted quick, I want my hundred back
My pockets fat, I think I need to do some jumping jacks
Dope b*tch, I put her in a bag like a scale and crack
I know the pus*y good, I ain't never bought a bundle pack
I think it's time to show my true feelings
I see why dawg was tryna kill about you, I'll shoot with him
Yeah, I knew your n*gga hit blow, and you still with him
And I ain't mad at you, bae, but you can do better
My old b*tch think she gettin' off, she got a new n*gga
He a bum, he wear his brother clothes and his shoes can't fit him
I fell in love with this b*tch, she got me movin' different
And come to find out, this lil' b*tch got two n*ggas

[Outro]
If you don't know how I feel for you (Damn, I done put myself in some bullsh*t, I ain't gon' lie)
It's time I let all feelings show (That's what the f*ck I get)
I love you (b*tch had two n*ggas the whole time)
And I'll never let you go, no, baby (I gotta let you go, I ain't gon' lie, Marc Boomin, this you?)
Right now