YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Feel Good lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Feel Good lyrics]
(Look out, Veno)
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Hold up 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good, "
She like what I do, mm
Gucci socks and Dior flops, tennis chain
No Cuban links
I got power with this 50 Glock
Make you take off all your Cuban links
Jump out, pop out, let off shots
I don't usually think, nah, nah
Barely know her, but she think
That I'll buy her anything, hell nah
Bend her over
I see what her tail 'bout and I speed up
Domestic, you think I treat her the
Way that pussy get beat up
Dancin' around like Raven, you my cheetah
Like when I let her stay in, oh
She can kick her feet up
Clutchin' 30s, Perkies got her workin'
She's a 30 popper
Caught up surfin', I know how to work it
We gon' murder 'bout it i'm a problem
I got plenty bodies and they know about it
What's the problem? Throwin' 'round your body
Make me show you 'bout it
Ooh, blood on my shoes just be cool, I say
"This might make the news"
You like what I do, she told me I'm smooth
Mm enjoyin' this money, kick back
Build a patio on top the roof
No "Pat-a-Cake, " I'm Babe Ruth
Hittin' it for the home run
Go ask 'em, bitch, I'm petty too
And you know I own somethin'
Richard Mill' around your arm
Do all stuntin' on these hoes
Four, three coupes, I been the
Truth for who ain't know, be cool
Hold up 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good, "
She like what I do, mm
Tsunami, huh, got her wet, typhoon
I'm a pimp, bitch, tie my shoe
Want your friend and sister too
I'm a mack, go check computers
For them stats, it's gon' get ruthless
Watch my back, they move, you shoot 'em
Ain't put it on wax and they know how I do it
(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Hold up 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good, "
She like what I do, mm
Gucci socks and Dior flops, tennis chain
No Cuban links
I got power with this 50 Glock
Make you take off all your Cuban links
Jump out, pop out, let off shots
I don't usually think, nah, nah
Barely know her, but she think
That I'll buy her anything, hell nah
Bend her over
I see what her tail 'bout and I speed up
Domestic, you think I treat her the
Way that pussy get beat up
Dancin' around like Raven, you my cheetah
Like when I let her stay in, oh
She can kick her feet up
Clutchin' 30s, Perkies got her workin'
She's a 30 popper
Caught up surfin', I know how to work it
We gon' murder 'bout it i'm a problem
I got plenty bodies and they know about it
What's the problem? Throwin' 'round your body
Make me show you 'bout it
Ooh, blood on my shoes just be cool, I say
"This might make the news"
You like what I do, she told me I'm smooth
Mm enjoyin' this money, kick back
Build a patio on top the roof
No "Pat-a-Cake, " I'm Babe Ruth
Hittin' it for the home run
Go ask 'em, bitch, I'm petty too
And you know I own somethin'
Richard Mill' around your arm
Do all stuntin' on these hoes
Four, three coupes, I been the
Truth for who ain't know, be cool
Hold up 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good, "
She like what I do, mm
Tsunami, huh, got her wet, typhoon
I'm a pimp, bitch, tie my shoe
Want your friend and sister too
I'm a mack, go check computers
For them stats, it's gon' get ruthless
Watch my back, they move, you shoot 'em
Ain't put it on wax and they know how I do it