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krispylife kidd - feel good كلمات أغنية

[intro]
krispylife
it feel so good
(it’s with a k, dumbass)
it feel good to be the young goat of the city
and i know these n_ggas hate it

[verse]
feelin’ good, i just f_cked two hoes off of my music
white boy just shot up a school bumpin’ my music
they ain’t feelin’ my sh_t, i’m a bad influence
before you reach for a chain, better have insurance
i’ve been eatin’ good, taxin’ for a course
last time i checked, you n_ggas couldn’t afford shorts
sorry that your mans got dropped jumpin’ off the porch
if you speak on gabe, get his ass torched
catch me in the bay sippin’ with the thugs
catch me in the a with the deal on the drugs
n_gga better watch what he say or he eat some slugs (yeah)
i don’t really love this b_tch, i be high off drugs
but not off no f_ckin’ weed
just give me somethin’ green and two f_ckin’ beans
headshot for him and his b_tch, i’m in two different dreams
i sell the pillheads, we got two different fiends
hate_keep relationship for sh_t, i’m too f_ckin’ mean
gross shirt off the, off the purple jeans
i’m too, too, too f_ckin’ clean
feelin’ manny fresh fresh, y’all can’t f_ck with me
when n_ggas rappin’ only time that they touch a beat
great cast wanna beef, rappin’ ’bout all them fiends
only ’cause he ain’t got no fiends (he ain’t got sh_t, b_tch)
didn’t wanna put you on blast, but you fraud, bro
it’s all goat vibes, and that’s all, bro
stomp a n_gga feet in the club, break a small toe
i’ve been ballin’ like kobe with the small ‘fro
police_ass n_ggas, go’n get the calls, bro
fat n_gga, supersize my fries and large coke
n_ggas die about a b_tch that we all hittin’
my glock baldheaded, bought this b_tch extensions
n_ggas never on that block, they know i’ma spin it
hoes suck my meat ’cause they know i be spittin’
spend a whole fifty on this jean ‘fit, yeah, i’m drippin’
kick his b_tch to the curb, her p_ssy was hittin’
n_ggas sense the beat they cast, that’s why mines’ pending
kit kat a b_tch heart straight down the middle
shoot out this 23, it loadin’ up pippen
could’ve smoked that boy boots, sh_t, i was tempted
but i knew my dupes, she was gon’ be trippin’
pop a n_gga dead in his sh_t, pop him in his melon
i do dog all my hoes, yeah, i be trippin’
[?] poured up some quali’, yeah, i’m mad but i’ma sip it (come on)
i ain’t gon’ punch a baby, but i don’t do no kissin’
gotta be twenty_one and older, i don’t do no children
i only need three shots, ben wallace from the pistons (yeah)
i’ll light my b_tch— man, i’m done, man
[outro]
ayy
i feel good, though (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
it feel good, don’t it? it feel good, don’t it?
it feel good, don’t it? it feel good, don’t it?
gang gang, n_gga
it’s with a k, dumbass

- krispylife kidd

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