Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah huh
Lean with me rock huh
I been catching bags, wide receiver in the slot
Pussy play then he get dropped
Huh, I can't fall for no damn bops
F*ck with gang yo ass get mopped up
Michael Myers with the stick yo ass get chopped up
Put some tape up on his mouth because he said sum
F*cked his bitch, with my girl ha, that's a and 1
Everybody wanna be street, always tryna blow sum
Said she wanna come over, know she tryna blow sum
Huh, tryna tell my side of the story, acting like you know sum
Yeah yeah
Acting like you know huh
White all in her nasal
She gave me a facial
Mixing purp with percs, like they interracial
Yeah
Huh huh, yeah
Fell asleep cus I was booted up
Bought another car just to f*ck it up
Put my heart inside a glass bottle, like a genie
Let that choppa sang, you would think it's name was Whitney
Down another bottle, f*cking up my Kidneys
Yeah huh huh
Stick got big titties, Sydney Sweeney
F*cking up that pussy, sound like fettuccine
Enemy go Ray Charles, they can't see me
Yeah huh
I don't think they feelin' me
Yeah
Think they needa put me in a zoo cus I'm an animal
Choppa eat right through the flesh, like a cannibal
Lately I been on fire, like I'm flammable
Huh yeah I can't lose
Yeah they needa shop with blue cus they ain't got a f*cking clue
Bitch it's Frank Lou
He was crying like a bitch, think he had a breakthrough
Before you f*ck with me I gotta give you an interview
Huh
I can't pay attention to you cus I'm booted
Huh, roll another one even tho I'm zooted
Promethazine with codeine know I'm lucid
I got too much on my mind, Ima lose it
Fighting all these demons by myself I got through it
Say that I'm a bitch huh, yet you won't prove it
I can't love no more, think my heart polluted
Huh, yeah, yeah
Huh, this bitch got her ticket she goin to hell
Huh, huh huh huh
Yeah
Yeah
F*ck
BX Morgan - Feelin' ME Lyrics
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Uh huh
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah huh
Lean with me rock huh
I been catching bags, wide receiver in the slot
Pussy play then he get dropped
Huh, I can't fall for no damn bops
F*ck with gang yo ass get mopped up
Michael Myers with the stick yo ass get chopped up
Put some tape up on his mouth because he said sum
F*cked his bitch, with my girl ha, that's a and 1
Everybody wanna be street, always tryna blow sum
Said she wanna come over, know she tryna blow sum
Huh, tryna tell my side of the story, acting like you know sum
Yeah yeah
Acting like you know huh
White all in her nasal
She gave me a facial
Mixing purp with percs, like they interracial
Yeah
Huh huh, yeah
Fell asleep cus I was booted up
Bought another car just to f*ck it up
Put my heart inside a glass bottle, like a genie
Let that choppa sang, you would think it's name was Whitney
Down another bottle, f*cking up my Kidneys
Yeah huh huh
Stick got big titties, Sydney Sweeney
F*cking up that pussy, sound like fettuccine
Enemy go Ray Charles, they can't see me
Yeah huh
I don't think they feelin' me
Yeah
Think they needa put me in a zoo cus I'm an animal
Choppa eat right through the flesh, like a cannibal
Lately I been on fire, like I'm flammable
Huh yeah I can't lose
Yeah they needa shop with blue cus they ain't got a f*cking clue
Bitch it's Frank Lou
He was crying like a bitch, think he had a breakthrough
Before you f*ck with me I gotta give you an interview
Huh
I can't pay attention to you cus I'm booted
Huh, roll another one even tho I'm zooted
Promethazine with codeine know I'm lucid
I got too much on my mind, Ima lose it
Fighting all these demons by myself I got through it
Say that I'm a bitch huh, yet you won't prove it
I can't love no more, think my heart polluted
Huh, yeah, yeah
Huh, this bitch got her ticket she goin to hell
Huh, huh huh huh
Yeah
Yeah
F*ck
Uh huh
Uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah huh
Lean with me rock huh
I been catching bags, wide receiver in the slot
Pussy play then he get dropped
Huh, I can't fall for no damn bops
F*ck with gang yo ass get mopped up
Michael Myers with the stick yo ass get chopped up
Put some tape up on his mouth because he said sum
F*cked his bitch, with my girl ha, that's a and 1
Everybody wanna be street, always tryna blow sum
Said she wanna come over, know she tryna blow sum
Huh, tryna tell my side of the story, acting like you know sum
Yeah yeah
Acting like you know huh
White all in her nasal
She gave me a facial
Mixing purp with percs, like they interracial
Yeah
Huh huh, yeah
Fell asleep cus I was booted up
Bought another car just to f*ck it up
Put my heart inside a glass bottle, like a genie
Let that choppa sang, you would think it's name was Whitney
Down another bottle, f*cking up my Kidneys
Yeah huh huh
Stick got big titties, Sydney Sweeney
F*cking up that pussy, sound like fettuccine
Enemy go Ray Charles, they can't see me
Yeah huh
I don't think they feelin' me
Yeah
Think they needa put me in a zoo cus I'm an animal
Choppa eat right through the flesh, like a cannibal
Lately I been on fire, like I'm flammable
Huh yeah I can't lose
Yeah they needa shop with blue cus they ain't got a f*cking clue
Bitch it's Frank Lou
He was crying like a bitch, think he had a breakthrough
Before you f*ck with me I gotta give you an interview
Huh
I can't pay attention to you cus I'm booted
Huh, roll another one even tho I'm zooted
Promethazine with codeine know I'm lucid
I got too much on my mind, Ima lose it
Fighting all these demons by myself I got through it
Say that I'm a bitch huh, yet you won't prove it
I can't love no more, think my heart polluted
Huh, yeah, yeah
Huh, this bitch got her ticket she goin to hell
Huh, huh huh huh
Yeah
Yeah
F*ck
Writer: Broderick Need
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