Lyrics Futuristic – Feel Good
Text:
Intro:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, hide yo kids, hide yo wife
We raping everybody out here, you know what I’m saying?
Shmang, shmang, pow, pow, ah, yo, yo
Verse 1:
Back with the better flow, live the life you’ll never know
Got this model, bent one time, that’s what I call a centrefold
Bitches at my shows, I replays on them, my Pick-n-Rolls
They love the show nigga that’s got it popping
Like sausage on a kitchen stove, whoa
I’m doing everything they wish they did
I’m bringing home the bacon like I skinned a pig
Put my CD on your christmas list
These niggas is trash, they should wear a bag like Missy did
I ain’t playing no more, I do everything that I say
And I don’t go to the club, ‘less a nigga ’bout to get paid
I’m pulling up in all black, with my shades on like I’m Blade
There’s a lot of fish in the sea, I keep all of mine in the tank, ah
Twenty-three making more money than your mother
Took some uppers
Now I’m bouncing ’round the club, just like I’m Flubber
And I travel like a trucker, all my shows is doing numbers
I been good for ’bout four years, Oklahoma City Thunder, sheesh
Hook x2:
And that shit make you feel good
And that shit make you feel good
And that shit make you feel good
But if it don’t, I got some other shit that still could
Verse 2:
Back with the hottest sauce, looking like a fucking boss
Lyrics stuck in everybody mouth, they need dental floss
Wanna shake my hand, I’ll leave you hanging like a fricking cross
(On a chain of course)
Ah, yeah, I got the game on pad lock
Gummy bears all on my calves, they still black socks
I got a drunk cartoon to be my mascot
We been flipping bitches like a motherfucking laptop
I ain’t tripping no more, I got everything that I need
I got bottles all in my room, I got beer pong and weed
I got white twins in my phone, save them «thing 1» and «thing 2»
They not tryna tie my down, them hoes don’t even wear shoes
Twenty-three making more money than your father
Watch me prosper, get these girls a spanking like an angry toddler
I got lipstick on my collar, dressed in black just like a robber
Boy, I’m fly like Harry Potter, I make hits just like The Dotters, oh
Hook x2