f*ck yo feelings lyrics

LIL WAYNE, GAME AND CHRIS BROWN
Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris
(Like f*ck ceiling)
Two ounces in my double cup
(This sh*t gon' kill me)

f*ck your feelings, f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings
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f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings
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f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings

Yo, b*tch, I signed my section point, I'm with them n*ggas (yeah)
Is that Drizzy b*tch? (Yeah)
I'm with Nicki like (Yeah)
And these b*tches be tellin' they n*ggas I'm crazy
Don't f*ck with that n*gga, he went at Jay-Z
Then he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze
Every night I got your b*tch in my section
I do it at live and I do it at toxic
Do it at supper, I do it at dream
No we ain't at Houston, but I got that Rocket, go!
And I'm feelin' nice, somebody mixed my pills right
And I'm gettin' all this money, and it's f*cked up Trinidad lost his deal right
No Ceilings, got the drophead for my children
Dr. Dre just made a billion!
And he sent me to tell all you n*ggas man
f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings, f*ck your feelings
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f*ck your feelings

Any b*tch that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get in the grave
Pimpin' is pimpin', I make a commission, make that pus*y, pay
My di*k like a chopper, I load it then c*ck it then bust on your face
We know that you pus*y my n*gga, we know that you ain't catchin' no fades
Bulletproof windows is tinted, my n*gga, while all your sh*t rented
You should rent it from me 'cause I crash as soon as I spin it
That's why they bring all the b*tches
Don't bump the DJ my n*gga
You really care 'bout this b*tch
My di*k all up in your sis'

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(f*ck your feelings) Started with doc*ments
Reincarnated Pac and Big
How do you think I got your b*tch?
I am 2Pacalypse
Got more winners than Popovich
Yeah my b*tch will pop a b*tch
Pull up like Skrr
Now your b*tch out her skirt (n*gga f*ck your feelings)
I made her twerk
Now she selling my work (n*gga f*ck your feelings)
Started with Hannah Montana hoes
Now I'm f*ckin' all of Nick Cannon hoes
I made her go down down baby
But I don't speak no country grammar though
I got the antidote
I know some Fu-town n*ggas that'll bust your head like cantaloupe
You pull out your camera my cannon blow
2014 Hannibal, lil' n*gga
n*gga f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings, n*gga f*ck your feelings
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f*ck your feelings, f*ck your feelings, yeah

I f*ck yo' b*tches, f*ck yo' b*tches, yeah
f*ck yo' n*ggas, n*gga, f*ck yo' n*ggas
f*ck them n*ggas, f*ck them n*ggas, yeah
f*ck them n*ggas, f*ck them n*ggas, yeah
Soo Woo!