How I Feel lyrics
by Fat Trel
[Chorus: Master P]
Got a [?] full of women, all of them [?]
Garage full of cars, and all of them mine
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] how I live
[?]
[?]
I won't let you stop my grinding
It's get that cash, [?] state of mind [?]
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] I live
[?]
[Verse 1: Master P]
[?] that's a motherf*cking chicken sandwitch
Got that tech on me, n*gga, and it's never jamming
f*ck these n*ggas, yeah, I got five grammies
If I fall off, go back to selling feends wammies
And n*ggas still hating on me
That's OK, cause bad b*tches, they be waiting on me
It's a dirty game, somebody gotta do it
My closet like a store, n*gga, all Louie
[?] in my f*cking house
Louie Vuitton couch, n*gga, I'm on my paper rout
Yeah, n*gga, we on some other sh*t
Foreign cars, twenty eight rhyms [?]
[Chorus: Master P]
Got a [?] full of women, all of them [?]
Garage full of cars, and all of them mine
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] how I live
[?]
[?]
I won't let you stop my grinding
It's get that cash, [?] state of mind [?]
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] I live
[?]
[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
Well I say n*ggas just be talking
My fourty just be sparking
Bullits, boddies dropping
Buying n*ggas' coffins
Polices, I lost them
Shook them haters, off them
Five bands, no talking
We don't do this often
Play them b*tches, caution
Money got me nauseous
Eating with the bosses
Power play in my offace
My new b*tch so gorgeous
She so [?]
Old dough, old cheese, pockets smell awful
Rocking [?]
Plus [?]
[?] lawyer, [?] was a doctor
I live like a mobster
Her ex an impostor
Thirty shot, my glocka
Hundred shot, my chopper
[Chorus: Master P]
Got a [?] full of women, all of them [?]
Garage full of cars, and all of them mine
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] how I live
[?]
[?]
I won't let you stop my grinding
It's get that cash, [?] state of mind [?]
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] I live
[?]
[Verse 3: Alley Boy]
These n*ggas just be talking
And these hoes still be [?]
[?] we be balling
Imma do this sh*t till my coffin
[?] mob, n*gga
You's a lame, shishkabob, n*gga
Back to back in all black, bankroll [?] n*gga
[?] n*gga
We be laying in your yard, n*gga
[?] live this life, [?] n*gga
This how I feel, n*gga
[?] these hoes pillo talk
I ain't gotta tell n*ggas I'm balling
I'm grinding up, when you falling
A whole lotta bad hoes been texting
[?] missing me, can't catch me
She ain't met a n*gga this real
[?]
On my grind, I gotta shine
Too many lames all in this line
This how I feel, this how I live
Salute these real n*ggas like mine
[Chorus: Master P]
Got a [?] full of women, all of them [?]
Garage full of cars, and all of them mine
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] how I live
[?]
[?]
I won't let you stop my grinding
It's get that cash, [?] state of mind [?]
Feel like n*ggas just be talking
[?] I live
[?]