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Niggas want interviews, wanna ask me how I feel, how this feel, how I feel Nigga I ain't D'Angelo, I'm droppin' new shit all the time, play my shit Yeah, all that shit right there bruh bruh [Hook] Ahh, don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day Ask me how I feel to hop in a wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby [Verse 1] Since I jumped in the game ain't fun I been the same don't jump in my lane baby Told you I was bussin' out the bag, finna fuck up some change baby Spent a lump on the gang we all stunt we the same this my muh-fuckin' name baby It's T-Raww so you know I'm going raw, I'm finna fuck up the game baby My momma told me stop buying jewelry cause it's too much bling but there's no such thing I got a lil bitch on the west, all she do is suck me, she's my lil suck ting I got a lil bitch on the east, all she do is fuck me, she's my lil fuck ting When we hook up on the southside put 'em both together they my lil slut ting All my bitches undefeated, all my niggas run the city, all my enemies tell 'em come and get me Don't ask me how I feel to hear a nigga speak my name, ask me how I let the fuel in the Bentley Don't ask me how I feel to know these niggas resent me Ask me how I feel to know all these hoes can't resist me, ooh Letras de cancionesAnd fuck your interview I'm too busy getting busy [Hook] Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving state Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby [Verse 2] Out in Saint Tropez nigga ask me how I feel, is the wind warm, is the champagne chill? Shit I just wanna chill, on a yacht making bills I could've been a Chef, I know how to make a meal I'm eating with my gang think my last name Gates cause I always pay the Bill And I put my niggas on nigga ask me how it feel They rollies ain't tickin' all my niggas getting splinters cause they drippin' wood will Niggas talkin' beef I got a few OG's that'll throw you on the grill Give me that mouth, I'll give you them shoes, she head over heels Niggas in them interviews been the truth, never get the truth tho You know how I do, get all my shit new, that's why I'm always in the news yo Here's a question, where the fuck was you when I was sleepin' on a futon So fuck a interview cause you fuckin' up my view dawg [Hook] Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in Keep the change, cause I will fuck your change baby [Outro] Would you rather know how it feel, to cop your mom a house on the hills Fish tanks with the sharks and the eels, just enough cash, that all your pains heal Would you ever ever ever know how it feels, (?) champagne and let it spill Ever heard Bun B tell you you trill, it's a (?) 'bout to tell you how it feel Would you ever ever ever know how it feel? Probably not Would you ever ever ever know how it feel? Probably not Probably not From Letras Mania