Felly, Jack Harlow - Cheap Cheap lyrics
Christian Felner [Cfello]
Jackman Thomas Harlow
[Felly, Jack Harlow - Cheap Cheap lyrics]
You cheap, cheap so you freak
Freak when you throw up I just throw up
(sheesh)
My bitch too pretty askin' when I’ll
Grow up I don't show up
The dick make her backbend I swear
Back then they ignored us
I swear next time we meet I'm gon’
Act like I don't know ya
Last year was broken now this
Year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele'
I put this dick in her (Uh)
This year I'm bout to
Make muhfuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (Woah)
Once you be up you be chilling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Uh, smashin' your bitch at the club
I peel off at the curb, yerd me (Young Fel)
Pearls on my neck you would
Think I’m on Bourbon
Stick to the street, but my money suburban
(Big Body)
Swerve, pardon me when I’m swerving, yeah
Uh, real deal
You don't fuck with me, meet me in person
Give you the look like there’s
Two things I want
Wish for a bag and a two headed blonde
Keeping three bitches for company (Three)
She start to think she in love with me (Damn)
This year I'm bout to be muh fuckin' up
This year I'm bout to make way with the art
Bitch, do not stop
This is not pop, this is rock
This for my opps
Last year was broken now this
Year they tell me
That there ain’t shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele'
I put this dick in her (Uh)
This year I'm bout to
Make muhfuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (Woah)
Once you be up you be chilling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Oh what a feeling
Straight to the top, I don't
Know where the ceiling, is
I don't think you know who you dealing, with
Might just have to go to the dealer, ship
And cop something shout out to my pops
Whole lotta sauce that I got from him
Reminiscing on times we was all youngins
In the function
Late-night til' the cops coming
Back then, they was acting, like
We wouldn't be shit
But now it's packed in
Quit talking, like you know me
Because you don't know a thing about Jack
Man in class, I was zoned out
I ain't learn how to multiply fractions
I was leaving my backpack at the crib
Can't trip now cause the whole bags in
No acting, this is real life
Tell me what it is what it feels like
Tell me is it wet is it real tight
Can I slide in with my lil' guy?
I know it's been a minute but I'm still fly
At Derby with a bow tie on like Bill Nye
I'm with your girl she a real vibe
We just had a picnic on the hillside
Last year was broken now this
Year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele'
I put this dick in her (Uh)
This year I'm bout to
Make muhfuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (Woah)
Once you be up you be chilling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Yeah, bitch
Bitch, it's Young Fel, we in this
Freak when you throw up I just throw up
(sheesh)
My bitch too pretty askin' when I’ll
Grow up I don't show up
The dick make her backbend I swear
Back then they ignored us
I swear next time we meet I'm gon’
Act like I don't know ya
Last year was broken now this
Year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele'
I put this dick in her (Uh)
This year I'm bout to
Make muhfuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (Woah)
Once you be up you be chilling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Uh, smashin' your bitch at the club
I peel off at the curb, yerd me (Young Fel)
Pearls on my neck you would
Think I’m on Bourbon
Stick to the street, but my money suburban
(Big Body)
Swerve, pardon me when I’m swerving, yeah
Uh, real deal
You don't fuck with me, meet me in person
Give you the look like there’s
Two things I want
Wish for a bag and a two headed blonde
Keeping three bitches for company (Three)
She start to think she in love with me (Damn)
This year I'm bout to be muh fuckin' up
This year I'm bout to make way with the art
Bitch, do not stop
This is not pop, this is rock
This for my opps
Last year was broken now this
Year they tell me
That there ain’t shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele'
I put this dick in her (Uh)
This year I'm bout to
Make muhfuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (Woah)
Once you be up you be chilling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Oh what a feeling
Straight to the top, I don't
Know where the ceiling, is
I don't think you know who you dealing, with
Might just have to go to the dealer, ship
And cop something shout out to my pops
Whole lotta sauce that I got from him
Reminiscing on times we was all youngins
In the function
Late-night til' the cops coming
Back then, they was acting, like
We wouldn't be shit
But now it's packed in
Quit talking, like you know me
Because you don't know a thing about Jack
Man in class, I was zoned out
I ain't learn how to multiply fractions
I was leaving my backpack at the crib
Can't trip now cause the whole bags in
No acting, this is real life
Tell me what it is what it feels like
Tell me is it wet is it real tight
Can I slide in with my lil' guy?
I know it's been a minute but I'm still fly
At Derby with a bow tie on like Bill Nye
I'm with your girl she a real vibe
We just had a picnic on the hillside
Last year was broken now this
Year they tell me
That there ain't shit they can tell me
Y'all hear the click of the tele'
I put this dick in her (Uh)
This year I'm bout to
Make muhfuckin' millions
Watch them all get in their feelings (Woah)
Once you be up you be chilling
Oh what a wonderful feeling
Yeah, bitch
Bitch, it's Young Fel, we in this