French Montana, Chinx - Feelings lyrics

Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck?
Who gives a fuck?
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?


All of them niggas complaining
Tell from the second I came in
I done been through mo' shit
Po shit to the top, now I’m faded
I don’t give a fuck where a nigga been
Where a nigga going
Or what kind of shit he been through (yay)
Watch niggas ball, shit I couldn’t score
I done sat up on the bench too
Now a nigga fly by (by)
Fly jumping out the drive right (right)
Haters see me when I hop out (what?)
When a nigga did his state bid
Was the only time I copped out
(copped out, yay)
(I’m askin' God questions
What we fighting for?)
(A nigga lost his name, what you crying for?)
Rock bottom, not going up
Fuck slowing up, I’m drinking (yay)
3 hoes, all 4 of us, I’m thinking (yay)
Know some niggas at the bottom
And they still in it
Ask yourself, nigga really?

Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck?
Who gives a fuck?
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?


Armed and dangerous
Rolled up blazed with the angel dust
Murder one homicide when they came to us
We came with the bail when
They came with cuffs
Fame and trust – it don’t mix
Like oil in the water
Feds on my door while I’m boiling the water
Need those chips
Michael in the fourth quarter
When you getting money fast
Life’s getting shorter
Nigga hit yo' head then nigga
Go and mop 'em
Nigga play Batman then go robbin'
Looking at my rap sheet, nigga won’t argue
Niggas talk a rap beef, nigga no problem
Coming from my head, just my God on me
Pussy and the bread, keep 'em calling me
Money in the bag, nigga calling me
But you pussy ass crackas don’t follow me
Now I’m talkin bout 500 dirty on my day like
Them young niggas hit you on the daylight
Young nigga tote that nina
Niggas turn on you
They ain't playin' right
Hundred thousand with a cross in the middle
Playing both sides with a cross in the middle
RIP with a cross in the middle
HAAAH! (Ask yourself nigga, really)


Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck? Who gives a fuck?
Who gives a fuck?
Give a fuck about yo feelings
Who gives a fuck?