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icewear vezzo - the feeling lyrics
[intro]
just a feeling, just a feeling
just a feeling, just a feeling
light this sh_t
let that b_tch ride a lil bit
that type of vibe right now
[verse]
police at the cribs we been trapping (?)
multi_million dollar n_gga, double r stitched in the seats
forgiato tires make the car sound like a jeep
50 thousand in all hundreds, yeah that money coming neat
trappin like the ’80s, gangster like my uncle
trynna quit the lean can’t be a hustler and a junkie
let my circle eat can never watch my n_ggas fumble
stash the yayo in the tire, put the choppers in the duffel
ain’t bout who got it first, it’s bout who get the paper longer
i’m really only worried bout the sh_t that make me stronger
run that paper up like f_ck the haters, we too focused
plus we really (?), peel money on promotions
n_ggas out here dyin cause that fetty hit too strong
heavy bag could’ve started little with that dog
the rap game bogus have the n_ggas in here told
i done seen instagram turn real n_ggas into trolls
maybach in the winter, hold my rollie out in traffic
you are not taking risks on your behalf, the n_ggas lacking
half a million dollars on a crib i got in dallas
real n_gga beat the odds, staying free my only challenge
backend boys, ran on all the stages
i been through some sh_t use the pain as motivation
plain richard millie, (?) the sides it’s the stainless
if i was selling cars, these n_ggas spend they whole savings
really stand on (?), flood my kids up in ice
never seen a jealous (?) n_gga win in my life
stood tall on all the sh_t i did, i got stripes
(?), like a rig on the bike
sittin in the feds, me and rello
deezy told me said “the bosses be the ones with understanding”
my daddy told me “never put a b_tch before your family”
my brothers showed me how to throw the bl!ck when you in traffic
and if them n_ggas really wasn’t with me when i was struggling
f_ck up out my way, and run aways now we bubbling
got on all my ice at all my shows, b_tches nutting
30 round hang out the clock, leave his head right in his stomach
[outro]
who taught you to please
who taught you to hate the texture of your hair
who taught you to hate the color of your skin
to such extent you bleach, to get like the white man
who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips
who taught you to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet?
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