DOM KENNEDY, Skotch Davis - Feelin It/Killin It lyrics
[DOM KENNEDY, Skotch Davis - Feelin It/Killin It lyrics]
They say, They say, They say
They say AH you be killin it
Dog is you feelin it?
Stupid dope lines nigga
Dom is you dealin it?
This my rough draft nigga live
On that dealer shit
Guess what I'm gone drive when
I drive off the dealership
Red leather seats
Black trim on some Thriller shit
Boppin like a Boss Rick Ross
On my Killin shit i don't really like you
You just gotta deal with it
I can press the line though
You just gotta chill with it
Everybody got they own lane
Till I'm stealin it
And everybody got they own chain
Till I'm stealin it
The way I spit gold nigga you
Could say I'm grillin it
Fresh like the prince bitch
You could say I'm Willin it
Buyin all expensive shit
You can say I'm Hillin it
Throwin niggas out the house you
Can say I'm Philin it
Getting head in bathrooms
You can say I'm illin it
And You could say I'm feelin it
You could say I'm killin it
They say AH you be killin it
Dog is you feelin it?
Stupid dope lines nigga
Dom is you dealin it?
Leimert Park nigga on my mom we be killin it
B-S-O-D on my mom we be spillin it
If murder was the case I'm
Like naw bitch I'm innocent
Gangsta LA on arm lookin ignorant
It ain't even ready yet
You could say we mixin it
Baby ain't my girlfriend but you
Could say we kickin it
Spit that motivational
I just don't be preachin it
I know how to add fool
I just don't be teachin it
See me in some foreign shit
I just won't be leasin it
My Dickies lookin good too
I just don't be creasin it
Dom in other cities now
Bitches want a piece of it
Don't be chasin waterfalls
I just hope she Creepin it
Gettin like 25 to life for concealin it
And you could say I'm feelin it
You could say I'm killin it
Ay Yo, I'mma let these niggas know
I ain't for the dumb shit
Daddy name Vince but
I ain't on that young shit
Ladies love to kick it cause we
Be on that fun shit
Keep a pair of air max yea
I'm tryin to run shit talk about flavor uh
You could say I'm margarine
Black and Silver Whips
Yea you could say we Raided it
Yea we did a song together you
Just said they hated it
But they ain't got no choice cause
The DJ keep on playin it
Rollin with a Kennedy got
Life lookin differently
Linkin with the homie got the
West Side feelin me shuttin down stadiums
You could say we Sheain shit
If you ain't familiar then you
Could say we Yankee shit
Champion at 26 yea I'm on my Yankee shit
When you out of time yea you
Could say I'm spankin it
You could call me Benjamin
I'm just bein Frank with it
I'mma put her ass to bed
You just here to blanket it
Ah man, I just gotta be honest man
For that money for that Gwap
For that Peso, for them dividends, for
Them Euro's for them Pounds, for
That Lira
For whatever it is you spendin put
That money on ya boy
Skiddidididot from the bliddidididock
And my man dom Kennedy from Leimert Park
What's Cool?
They say AH you be killin it
Dog is you feelin it?
Stupid dope lines nigga
Dom is you dealin it?
This my rough draft nigga live
On that dealer shit
Guess what I'm gone drive when
I drive off the dealership
Red leather seats
Black trim on some Thriller shit
Boppin like a Boss Rick Ross
On my Killin shit i don't really like you
You just gotta deal with it
I can press the line though
You just gotta chill with it
Everybody got they own lane
Till I'm stealin it
And everybody got they own chain
Till I'm stealin it
The way I spit gold nigga you
Could say I'm grillin it
Fresh like the prince bitch
You could say I'm Willin it
Buyin all expensive shit
You can say I'm Hillin it
Throwin niggas out the house you
Can say I'm Philin it
Getting head in bathrooms
You can say I'm illin it
And You could say I'm feelin it
You could say I'm killin it
They say AH you be killin it
Dog is you feelin it?
Stupid dope lines nigga
Dom is you dealin it?
Leimert Park nigga on my mom we be killin it
B-S-O-D on my mom we be spillin it
If murder was the case I'm
Like naw bitch I'm innocent
Gangsta LA on arm lookin ignorant
It ain't even ready yet
You could say we mixin it
Baby ain't my girlfriend but you
Could say we kickin it
Spit that motivational
I just don't be preachin it
I know how to add fool
I just don't be teachin it
See me in some foreign shit
I just won't be leasin it
My Dickies lookin good too
I just don't be creasin it
Dom in other cities now
Bitches want a piece of it
Don't be chasin waterfalls
I just hope she Creepin it
Gettin like 25 to life for concealin it
And you could say I'm feelin it
You could say I'm killin it
Ay Yo, I'mma let these niggas know
I ain't for the dumb shit
Daddy name Vince but
I ain't on that young shit
Ladies love to kick it cause we
Be on that fun shit
Keep a pair of air max yea
I'm tryin to run shit talk about flavor uh
You could say I'm margarine
Black and Silver Whips
Yea you could say we Raided it
Yea we did a song together you
Just said they hated it
But they ain't got no choice cause
The DJ keep on playin it
Rollin with a Kennedy got
Life lookin differently
Linkin with the homie got the
West Side feelin me shuttin down stadiums
You could say we Sheain shit
If you ain't familiar then you
Could say we Yankee shit
Champion at 26 yea I'm on my Yankee shit
When you out of time yea you
Could say I'm spankin it
You could call me Benjamin
I'm just bein Frank with it
I'mma put her ass to bed
You just here to blanket it
Ah man, I just gotta be honest man
For that money for that Gwap
For that Peso, for them dividends, for
Them Euro's for them Pounds, for
That Lira
For whatever it is you spendin put
That money on ya boy
Skiddidididot from the bliddidididock
And my man dom Kennedy from Leimert Park
What's Cool?