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• Artiste: Louie V Mob
• Titre: I Ain't Feeling That
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(Intro) Shit, seem like every time I try to get up Some bitch ass nigga try to hold me back just by talkin shit I got fake niggas talkin about real niggas I got broke niggas talkin bout rich niggas That’s alright tho, I’m back on my shit (Interlude) Nigga on my phone said he need coke Bitch who is you? Motherfucking 5 O You a snitch nigga, bitch, you a bitch nigga I ain’t sell work 10 years, I’m a rich nigga (Hook) I hear you yapping, I ain’t feelin that Talking to the people, I ain’t feelin that Killa talking with them hoes, I ain’t feelin that Bitch playing with my dough, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that (Verse) Call my nigga a Choo Choo, he could get it done Fuck 5 O nigga we ain’t gotta run I’m from the projects nigga we go dumb dumb Windows down, choppas out, bitch here we come Yea nigga I made it, got food up in the kitchen Hoes sayin they love me, niggas out here steady snitching Real niggas gon feel me, fake niggas gon run My young niggas popping and they all tolting them guns I’m a beast with these hammers, niggas I don’t need streets I had chill for a minute but a nigga gotta eat Don’t ask me why I’m doing it, cause nigga I’m so real Got bananas for the monkeys, pull it out and let it peal (Hook) I hear you yapping, I ain’t feelin that Talking to the people, I ain’t feelin that Killa talking with them hoes, I ain’t feelin that Bitch playing with my dough, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that (Verse) Police I hawking, bitches talking, I don’t fuck with them Paid my mama rent cuz mama know I’m hustling I be taxin, niggas owe me like the government Fuck what you showed me homey, smoking out them other shit Real niggas, that kill niggas And die O Cali-O, trill niggas Love a stripper, drink and smoke and poppin pills wit er If she a kill, I could do a couple deals wit er Still hit er with my niggas, bitches taking pictures Liftin shit me self, I need a bigger truck to get er I deliver, I’m a sinner but I’m still a winner Middle fingers to pretenders, good look to beginners (Verse) These pussies giving they thugging, no I ain’t feelin that You put yo foot in my city, gon get you click whacked I got folks, I could you whacked all up and shot red I hit taco I tell him blocko, he gon holla that Get yo finger up out yo ass, you see the black mask That’s why police ride through my hood, we lick shots at his ass Fuck the judge and the jurors, we still jackin for juries Fuck the repercussion, we bustin, bitch my vision blurry Coppas snatch me for questions, said my partner a wreck I told him fuck you and that nigga, where my lawyer at? Go take the law from scratch, no limit she bring it back Killa take, white top we flash Damn fuck niggas in the grass (Hook) I hear you yapping, I ain’t feelin that Talking to the people, I ain’t feelin that Killa talking with them hoes, I ain’t feelin that Bitch playing with my dough, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that I ain’t feelin that, I ain’t feelin that (Outro) I’m in it for the money, nigga fuck the fame It’s no limit foreva, bitch we neva change