Feelings Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: Slimey Tay]
Quatro dangerous with da blick

[Verse 1: Slimey Tay FR-Brazy]
The first time she ain't let me in it
Like the f*ck are you on, tryna leave me waiting
She said, "Soon n*gga, you'll understand it"
She was right, cause that sh*t fire when I hit it
b*tch was playing with me like a fidget
Controlling my soul, that b*tch was really winning
sh*t so crazy got me in my feelings
Can't believe one b*tch got me in my feelings
I knew something was wrong she was handling the tequila
I really thought that one b*tch really was a keeper
b*tch got taste she was listing to Khalifa
I like how she tastes shе tastes like Aquafina
She's allеrgic to latex so I gave her it raw
I was really waiting for the pus*y like I was a dog
First time she listens to me she like, "That sh*t is hard"
Like I was despite n*gga, I was tryna get it in a car, ayy
That b*tch smert as f*ck she knew my desires
That pus*y real tight I f*ck her until I was tired
I like, "How the f*ck is that pus*y for fire?"
She was on her knees like I was her sire
I should of knew that b*tch playing mind games
One thing the truth that b*tch wasn't lyin' (Wasn't lyin')
I never knew that b*tch really like me
Probably mad cause her face got my icing, ayy
Was I a book to her, or was she a psychic?
One thing I know, that I was filling her up
One thing I know, that she lit at f*ck
One thing that I-
sh*t, b*tch
I met her at a club, I should do better
I thought she was perfect she didn't took no cheddar
She knew 'bout AMG, she know those the letters
She handles the choppa, the P-P-P-pellers
Im dirty like sticks I came out of the mud
She on some Latto sh*t, she f*cked the club up
Wait, I just remember sum (What?)
I met the bih from the club
[Verse 2: FR-Brazy]
I told Tay, "Ye can't trust nobody from the club"
The club with the ho's that go to try f*ck up the club
I told Tay, "n*gga we have to get it popping"
If a pimple pulls up to the club you know that we will pop it
If you a rat f*cking in the club, we won't rock with 'em
If Jayson calls me at the club to kill an opp, we gone have smoke with 'em
Don't tryna f*ck with me when I'm f*ckin' eating lobster
Yeah I f*ck with your ho' every time I need my di*k sucked
When a pimple on a hittin' spree, I'm gon' be the Oppa Stoppa
You know that ho' gone pray for me, cause she knows that I'm godson
I don't even want to letters if I get locked up
I don't even want no get-back if I get popped up
Me & Tay in the BMW, we be skeetin'
I ate so much pus*y, still ain't seasick
I survived a whole fully, I'm undefeated
I will never let a b*tch hurt my feeling
I was just sittin' at the club, I was just chillin'
Thick b*tch pull me up, I'm gonna hit it
I f*cked so many fishes
Some were nice and let me add some additions
Im goin' up like woah, woah, woah
My teeth is real froze
Your b*tch is real cold
Don't ask how I know
I know how its go
Your b*tch is a ho'
Dirty stick gon' need some soap
Dirty gone need a-, Oh