BOY FROOT, Hundred Grand Dan, J-Mix - THE WAY I FEEL lyrics
[BOY FROOT, Hundred Grand Dan, J-Mix - THE WAY I FEEL lyrics]
Bitch i’m gloin’ and flexin'
I’m on the phone an i’m textin’
And if you send me a message on twitter
I will not check it
I could give you my blessing
It wouldn’t cure your obsession
But maybe you would just shut the
Fuck up for a second
I’m tired of your presence and
All your stupid questions
Girl you know i love you but
I’m sick of your affection
We’ll go our own direction
I guess that’s the expression
Never look back, gotta keep on progressin'
I love ya so much but i need to do me
I miss your touch and the
Way you roll my weed
You’re everything i need
Methanphetamine and speed
Can’t compare to the way that i
Feel when you’re with me
I just want somebody i can
Fuck when i’m horny
I don’t want relationships
I like to be lonely
Demons need love too, angels can’t be selfish
I got a gold heart but you’re
Always trying to melt it
And we’re all goin to hell
You can burn with me baby
I’ma take you to my room
You gon learn with me baby
We gon earn all this money
Gotta think like we royalty
Wake up back in reality
I’m hurting and worthless
That’s funny i call myself a god
But all i’m feeling is nervousness
Bitches only want the bread but i
Ain’t got that much yet
Gimme a couple years
I’m writing personal checks
You need to check the way you come
At me and learn some respect
I do this shit for myself
This is my legacy bruh
So get a grip up on your girl
Cuz she keep textin me bruh
It’s j-mix boy froot maxdaddy hunned grand
And a whole bunch of other
Motherfuckers in my fam
Hundred grand dan-
Here’s the deal this how i feel
Slow it down a second
Listen up like you in church
And i’m the motherfucking reverend
Open up your notes like i’m about
To give a fucking lesson
The knowledge that i’m droppin never stoppin
So keep rockin roll up with my whole crew
Roll up with my gremlins
Fuck you and your boys
Fake wanna-be-drake motherfuckers pardon me
Did i hurt your feelings?
Promise didn’t wanna but i get on the beat
And i turn straight into piranhas
Run and tell em, makin dough
That’s all i know stay on top, i never fell
Don’t break a? to these streets
I know them very well
I’m straight gangsta it ain’t hard to tell
100 grand in my left pocket
Right below my belt, bitch
I’m on the phone an i’m textin’
And if you send me a message on twitter
I will not check it
I could give you my blessing
It wouldn’t cure your obsession
But maybe you would just shut the
Fuck up for a second
I’m tired of your presence and
All your stupid questions
Girl you know i love you but
I’m sick of your affection
We’ll go our own direction
I guess that’s the expression
Never look back, gotta keep on progressin'
I love ya so much but i need to do me
I miss your touch and the
Way you roll my weed
You’re everything i need
Methanphetamine and speed
Can’t compare to the way that i
Feel when you’re with me
I just want somebody i can
Fuck when i’m horny
I don’t want relationships
I like to be lonely
Demons need love too, angels can’t be selfish
I got a gold heart but you’re
Always trying to melt it
And we’re all goin to hell
You can burn with me baby
I’ma take you to my room
You gon learn with me baby
We gon earn all this money
Gotta think like we royalty
Wake up back in reality
I’m hurting and worthless
That’s funny i call myself a god
But all i’m feeling is nervousness
Bitches only want the bread but i
Ain’t got that much yet
Gimme a couple years
I’m writing personal checks
You need to check the way you come
At me and learn some respect
I do this shit for myself
This is my legacy bruh
So get a grip up on your girl
Cuz she keep textin me bruh
It’s j-mix boy froot maxdaddy hunned grand
And a whole bunch of other
Motherfuckers in my fam
Hundred grand dan-
Here’s the deal this how i feel
Slow it down a second
Listen up like you in church
And i’m the motherfucking reverend
Open up your notes like i’m about
To give a fucking lesson
The knowledge that i’m droppin never stoppin
So keep rockin roll up with my whole crew
Roll up with my gremlins
Fuck you and your boys
Fake wanna-be-drake motherfuckers pardon me
Did i hurt your feelings?
Promise didn’t wanna but i get on the beat
And i turn straight into piranhas
Run and tell em, makin dough
That’s all i know stay on top, i never fell
Don’t break a? to these streets
I know them very well
I’m straight gangsta it ain’t hard to tell
100 grand in my left pocket
Right below my belt, bitch