Feel Like Ye lyrics

[Intro]
Baow, b*tch, Baow

[Verse I]
She want a shark but I'm nothing like none of these n*ggas, I’m vicious, I'm a piranha
Don't hop in the street if you don’t got a Drac', it get hot in this b*tch like you stuck in a sauna
n*gga want smoke with the gang but he don't got no bodies, the f*ck? Is the young n*gga high?
Shoot up the funeral, don't give a f*ck if the pastor is sad, that n*gga can die
n*ggas'll walk and talk like me, who kids is these? They must be mine
n*ggas be saying it's animals only but what kind? It must be swine
This ho tall so I gotta climb, come suck my di*k, I'm tryna unwind
Young as hell with a ten-Milly-grrt, it's grown ass men still playing with nines
He [?], but you hang with him, a lot of sh*t don’t make sense
Its a lot of sh*t I don’t get
It's a [?], you don’t wanna get hit with this
One n*gga had got hit with switch in the hеad, he ain't dead but it made him forgеt
One n*gga had got hit in his kidney, he ain't die but it made him sh*t

[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel like Ye, I'm Yeezy, n*gga
Getting that tunechi, weezy, n*gga
Bored as sh*t, too easy, n*gga
Remember they wouldn’t believe a n*gga
Come on, let's go, no sleezy, n*gga
My [?] still gotta free that n*gga
You better talk to Jesus, n*gga
Soon we gon send you to meet that n*gga
f*ck your man, I'll beat that n*gga
And if I can, ima smoke his ass
It's gon' be R.I.P. , that n*gga
Bad lil Barbie call me Arby's, she know this where the meat at, n*gga
Tell me where you want to meet at, n*gga
I'll f*ck around, pull up where you sleep at, n*gga
I'm blowing as soon as I see that n*gga
[Intermission]
A lot of n*ggas don't like me because I'm the realest n*gga you gon' ever see
On some Freddy Crueger sh*t, I pull up in your dreams
On foenem
[Verse II]
You don't want smoke, n*gga, you better go ‘head
We tryna Mr. Potato a n*gga
[?] to his forehead, we tryna Rotten Tomato a n*gga
[?] what you thought we doing?
In California, we making a movie
You tricking on b*tches that gon' [?] while im tryna crumble a bad b*tch cookie
Somebody in here smell like dookie
Why this b*tch act like I need her? I can't stand the smell of her coochie
Hoes be having me f*cked up, had to look in the mirror like, “Am I a goofy?”
b*tch, do I look like a clown?
If I throw some cash is you gon' make that ass go ‘round
Is you gon' turn that ass around
Is you gon' make that sh*t go up and down

[Chorus]
b*tch, I feel like Ye, I'm Yeezy, n*gga
Getting that tunechi, weezy, n*gga
Bored as sh*t, too easy, n*gga
Remember they wouldn't believe a n*gga
Come on, let's go, no sleezy, n*gga
My [?] still gotta free that n*gga
You better talk to Jesus, n*gga
Soon we gon send you to meet that n*gga
f*ck your man, I'll beat that n*gga
And if I can, ima smoke his ass
It's gon' be R.I.P. , that n*gga
Bad lil Barbie call me Arby's, she know this where the meat at, n*gga
Tell me where you want to meet at, n*gga
I'll f*ck around, pull up where you sleep at, n*gga
I'm blowing as soon as I see that n*gga