KAMAARA - FeelTheBurn2020 lyrics

The American People are tired of women
Yeah, aye aye, yeah yeah
What? Yeah, what?
Okay (okay okay okay) yeah yeah  (Pop)
What?  (yeah) yeah, what?

In my bag,  hoe pull up like an asshole
Give no fucks actin’ up like my ass show
Baby imma let down
Boy ya' life's a shit-show
Baby when I come 'round
Open up your damn throat
Cock it and squeeze it blow him to pieces
Smoke from the barrel got my ass sneezin'
Think I have sinkened speak for the weekend
Committing treason, dead by the weekend

Smokin' all that mid and shit
While scratchin' on yo' syphilis
Fuckin' on yo' mama just to
Show that I mean business, bitch
Situation limitless
When there's no fuckin' witnesses
So tie 'em up and beat 'em
Down and break a couple ligaments
Sorry for my ways flick the blade
Like a psycho
Fifteen more percent to call for
Help up on yo' iPhone
Give me fifteen minutes with yo' bitch
Now she is my hoe
I can spare your life and save you time
But this ain't GEICO

Could save you 15% or more on car insurance

Stuck in a trance bitch my mind is exhausted
I strive for deposit's but
Bitches keep flocking
Between you and I, we got nothing in common
My head full of pain that
No perky can stop it
Twisting and pulling her hair while I bop it
I feel like Iran when I'm totting the rocket
Look at my pockets
This money ain't stoppin'
I see it, I want it, little bitch
Know I got it

In my bag, hoe pull up like an asshole
Give no fucks actin’ up like my ass show
Baby imma let down
Boy ya' life's a shit-show
Baby when I come 'round
Open up your damn throat
Cock it and squeeze it blow him to pieces
Smoke from the barrel got my ass sneezin'
Think I have sinkened speak for the weekend
Committing treason, dead by the weekend