K Camp - Drop My Feelings lyrics
Kristopher Thomas Campbell
[K Camp - Drop My Feelings lyrics]
Nah, but listen to this song real quick
I like this song, hold up, hold up, hold up
RARE Sound
It's that trappin' in London for sure
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Okay)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Oh, yeah) , let's go
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Feelings)
Yeah, drop my feelings
(Drop my, drop) , yeah (Drop my
Drop, drop my, drop, drop my, drop)
Drop my feelings (Shit, shit)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss
My pockets been goin' through
A motherfuckin' hеalin' (Ha, ha)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (Lеt's go)
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss
My pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin'
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Okay)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , let's go (Drop my feelings)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , mm (Feelings)
Got a lil' bitch that I met last night, shit
I been tryna take her ass out
Made me some mail, but you
Know I want more, shit
You know I'm gon' figure that out
Hustle, hustle (Hustle) , hustle (Hustle)
Even in a drought
Rockin' Dior, pocket full of hunnids
I ain't gettin' what? Better watch your mouth
Walked in with 'bout 30K in my trousers
Pop me a ten, we gon' fuck for hours
I got hoes in Miami, in Broward (Broward)
Give her a light show with a champagne shower
Thought I miscounted, let me count it again
Blues on blues, now watch 'em all spend
I swear to God I ain't goin' broke again
Jumped in the foreign
Let her hair in the wind
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Okay)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (Let's go) , yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go) , drop my feelings
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah, okay
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Feelings) , shit
Drop my feelings
It ain't hard, jump out my feelings (yeah)
I had to drop my feelings
I like this song, hold up, hold up, hold up
RARE Sound
It's that trappin' in London for sure
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Okay)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Oh, yeah) , let's go
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Feelings)
Yeah, drop my feelings
(Drop my, drop) , yeah (Drop my
Drop, drop my, drop, drop my, drop)
Drop my feelings (Shit, shit)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss
My pockets been goin' through
A motherfuckin' hеalin' (Ha, ha)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (Lеt's go)
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss
My pockets been goin' through a motherfuckin'
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Okay)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , let's go (Drop my feelings)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , mm (Feelings)
Got a lil' bitch that I met last night, shit
I been tryna take her ass out
Made me some mail, but you
Know I want more, shit
You know I'm gon' figure that out
Hustle, hustle (Hustle) , hustle (Hustle)
Even in a drought
Rockin' Dior, pocket full of hunnids
I ain't gettin' what? Better watch your mouth
Walked in with 'bout 30K in my trousers
Pop me a ten, we gon' fuck for hours
I got hoes in Miami, in Broward (Broward)
Give her a light show with a champagne shower
Thought I miscounted, let me count it again
Blues on blues, now watch 'em all spend
I swear to God I ain't goin' broke again
Jumped in the foreign
Let her hair in the wind
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Okay)
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (Let's go) , yeah (Let's go, let's go, let's go) , drop my feelings
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah, okay
Yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (yeah) , yeah (Feelings) , shit
Drop my feelings
It ain't hard, jump out my feelings (yeah)
I had to drop my feelings