Lola Brooke - So DISRESPECTFUL lyrics

I gotta feel good
(It's me, baby) , I really do gotta' feel it
I i gotta feel good
(It's me, baby) , I need to feel it
You gotta feel it let me do what I do
Nigga, make me feel good
I know what the fuck I'm doin' (Uh)
I been doin' shit for a long time

Hopped out the Nissan
Switched into the 'Bach (The 'Bach)
If I take yo' nigga
He ain't never comin' back
I'll plead the fifth if
He talkin' 'bout sacks these forty-two
(Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots)
Feel like a bat

I tried to tell these bitches
Cheatin' niggas don't look good come on now
(Sexy) , you know a bitch always look good
(Hella sexy)
I need a G5 (Uh) , travelin' with
The frank stand twenty-four, go catch dick
(Ah) i ain't never keep up with the rest do
(I don't)
Runnin' into mad nigga's skin and vessеls
(I do)
Sendin' out men in all black to press you
(Ta da)
O' my God, I'm so disrеspectful (yeah)
I ain't never get fucked, but I get fucked
(Uh)
My nigga have a good time holdin' my wrist up
(Ooh, ah) could had duffels in the
Shuffle more than triller
Zombie land, demon timin'
(Uh, Michael, Thriller)

Hopped out the Nissan
Switched into the 'Bach (Uh)
If I take yo' nigga
(Never) , he ain't never comin' back
I'll plead the fifth if
He talkin' 'bout sacks these forty-two
(Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots)
Feel like a bat

This the get back
(Let's go) , better get back (It's on)
Put my life on the line, can't risk that
(I can't)
He was thirsty for the, huh, let him sip that
When they mail a check out
It better be in gift wrap (Happy)
I had to take time off
To show off my technique (Uh)
It's gator season, bitch
Go and wait for the next seat
I hate it when a nigga
Act overly obsessed with me
Do somethin' make me feel good
(Ha, ha, ha, ha) , baby, come caress me

Hopped out the Nissan
Switched into the 'Bach if I take yo' nigga
He ain't never comin' back
I'll plead the fifth if
He talkin' 'bout sacks these forty-two
(Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots)
Feel like a bat hopped out the Nissan
Switched into the 'Bach if I take yo' nigga
He ain't never comin' back
I'll plead the fifth if
He talkin' 'bout sacks these forty-two
(Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots)
Feel like a bat