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Can you feel me? Can you feel me? Can you feel me? Do you feel me? Do you feel me? I signed them papers I was working for Now that's that paper that I’m working for Getting paper I been working for Pay for shit that now I could afford I look at Louis like it's Michael Kors PYT like my name was Kourt Put in work before I go to court Got them singin' like Melii in the studio all night Yeah my money tight, gotta get my momma right and I was always writin’ See me lit and now these niggas feel enlightened Fell off, but I came up like a vikin' Anything I spit on, man, they like it When they say they don't, you catch 'em bitin' They heard me spittin', said, "Bitch you gon' make it" Thank God I was impatient, goin' hard, no hesitation Niggas laughed when I told them about my occupation Saw me go through hell, I don’t dwell Now I think we should wish them well Turnin’ down them offers like my name was Dave Chapelle Rap about my pussy and I swear that music sells Letras de cancionesHoldin' down them niggas that will pray for me to fail Ride me for your benefit, no, that shit don’t make you real Change up all your ways, but you keep that ass away Bring no opps to where I lay Why is it that bitches always got somethin' to say? Why is it they try to clean up when the mess is made? Bitch, I got the juice and slurp it up, no Minute Maid Otay, otay Say you makin' moves but I can see you a mile away Saw that freestyle radio shit was trash and a bit cliché Heard a couple stories that don't match all that shit you claim I’ma pop a bottle, went from H&M a to' lo caro Twenty y le compre ma' un carro Ella la razón por lo que hago Cumplo su deseo como un mago Mami quit that job y date un trajo I never glitch Chameleon, swear that I'm a different bitch Hop on any beat, heard that shit can make you rich Pop in any genre, got that shit that make you sick Plus my voice is lit, ain't no bitch could match my pitch Baby, hate me, I'm wavy, a lady Quite crazy, they made me, can't tame me Try to do the same thing, that bitch is shady I supply the swag that you jack, don't try to play me I heard niggas talkin' shit, I heard it's all they do Type of niggas datin' bitches that look up to you Can't get to close, can't get enough of you See you in person and they act like they been fuckin' with you Bing bada boom, same shit Please don't DM me tryna fight for no dick Please come get your girl, she's the one on my dick My time is really money, is you gonna get it from me? Bitch you can't get nothin' from me, you a joke to me, you funny Rappin' all this fly shit, yet you show up lookin' bummy Reason that the niggas that you sweatin' lookin' for me Reason why your nigga lay in bed textin' he love me Damn, your nigga on it, it be five in the mornin' In the stu' feelin' the moment Milkin' up his pocket, then I tell him I don't want it I'm telling you I got it, not a chapi but I flaunt it, yeah Know you feel me Do you feel me? I hope you feel me Do you feel me? Do you feel me? Yeah From Letras Mania