5:06 AM
Feel like I should go to sleep
Yeah
Try to do this one time
I feel like Farrakhan with the 40 ounce
Malcolm X pushing his glasses up in V-live watching all the shawtys bounce
I feel like Oprah Winfrey with 10 G's, no flexin'
Pimp C's Rolex shining on these hoes heads
I feel like Erykah's pussy, mm, enough said
Nigga heart like Worldstar
Nigga head like Bel-Air
I feel my bitch only truly love me when I'm filling up her buggy
When I send her out for fresh nails and a new pack of
I'm feeling cocky in my nakedness
Extra sensitive and sacred bitch
So who the f*ck you playing with?
I feel the anger oozing out my family portrait
Who knew posing in the gutter could turn out so gorgeous?
Nigga Metta World Peace with my metamorphosis
Hey Arnold, all these bandwagon fans boarding
I feel like Marvin Gaye on his birthday
Sometimes I feel like God on her worst day
Feeling like a breath of fresh air
Or Sanaa Lathan's sundress
Feel like I been numb so long
Can't remember feelin' nothing else
Feel R. Kelly overdid it, and Aaliyah wasn't done yet
F*ck it, what do I know? You get the concept
I feel a woop coming on
Butterfly Tootsie Roll
Black and young, flaming hots, and a scratch-off for my mom
Feel like Kool-Aid in a sandwich bag
Live from the scammers natural habitat
Trick up my sleeve, alakazam, no Shaq
Ah-ha, oh yeah, so many feelings, so many losers with expert opinions
I feel I think I don't know shit sometimes
I feel survivors guilt, but I don't feel alive
Often wonder why
Tashaunda! Tashaunda!
Bitch you better open this door!
I got your son outside, hoe!
F*ck wrong witchu?
Oh, uh your name must be Jason
Big as f*ck, you big, big
What the f*ck you be eatin' bruh?
Ayy um, you think you can go get our girl and tell her
Come down here 'cause
She got our child, he might be yours
How long you been f*ckin' with her?
Excuse me let me walk in this bitch right quick though, big dog
Tashaunda! Bitch come here!
F*ck wrong witchu?
You ain't even got no cereal in here man
You got milk but you ain't got no cereal
What type of bitch ass drink milk?
That's why I stop f*ckin' witchu anyways
I bet you drink it out the bottle ugly ass girl, ay!
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5:06 AM
Feel like I should go to sleep
Yeah
Try to do this one time
I feel like Farrakhan with the 40 ounce
Malcolm X pushing his glasses up in V-live watching all the shawtys bounce
I feel like Oprah Winfrey with 10 G's, no flexin'
Pimp C's Rolex shining on these hoes heads
I feel like Erykah's pussy, mm, enough said
Nigga heart like Worldstar
Nigga head like Bel-Air
I feel my bitch only truly love me when I'm filling up her buggy
When I send her out for fresh nails and a new pack of
I'm feeling cocky in my nakedness
Extra sensitive and sacred bitch
So who the f*ck you playing with?
I feel the anger oozing out my family portrait
Who knew posing in the gutter could turn out so gorgeous?
Nigga Metta World Peace with my metamorphosis
Hey Arnold, all these bandwagon fans boarding
I feel like Marvin Gaye on his birthday
Sometimes I feel like God on her worst day
Feeling like a breath of fresh air
Or Sanaa Lathan's sundress
Feel like I been numb so long
Can't remember feelin' nothing else
Feel R. Kelly overdid it, and Aaliyah wasn't done yet
F*ck it, what do I know? You get the concept
I feel a woop coming on
Butterfly Tootsie Roll
Black and young, flaming hots, and a scratch-off for my mom
Feel like Kool-Aid in a sandwich bag
Live from the scammers natural habitat
Trick up my sleeve, alakazam, no Shaq
Ah-ha, oh yeah, so many feelings, so many losers with expert opinions
I feel I think I don't know shit sometimes
I feel survivors guilt, but I don't feel alive
Often wonder why
Tashaunda! Tashaunda!
Bitch you better open this door!
I got your son outside, hoe!
F*ck wrong witchu?
Oh, uh your name must be Jason
Big as f*ck, you big, big
What the f*ck you be eatin' bruh?
Ayy um, you think you can go get our girl and tell her
Come down here 'cause
She got our child, he might be yours
How long you been f*ckin' with her?
Excuse me let me walk in this bitch right quick though, big dog
Tashaunda! Bitch come here!
F*ck wrong witchu?
You ain't even got no cereal in here man
You got milk but you ain't got no cereal
What type of bitch ass drink milk?
That's why I stop f*ckin' witchu anyways
I bet you drink it out the bottle ugly ass girl, ay!
Feel like I should go to sleep
Yeah
Try to do this one time
I feel like Farrakhan with the 40 ounce
Malcolm X pushing his glasses up in V-live watching all the shawtys bounce
I feel like Oprah Winfrey with 10 G's, no flexin'
Pimp C's Rolex shining on these hoes heads
I feel like Erykah's pussy, mm, enough said
Nigga heart like Worldstar
Nigga head like Bel-Air
I feel my bitch only truly love me when I'm filling up her buggy
When I send her out for fresh nails and a new pack of
I'm feeling cocky in my nakedness
Extra sensitive and sacred bitch
So who the f*ck you playing with?
I feel the anger oozing out my family portrait
Who knew posing in the gutter could turn out so gorgeous?
Nigga Metta World Peace with my metamorphosis
Hey Arnold, all these bandwagon fans boarding
I feel like Marvin Gaye on his birthday
Sometimes I feel like God on her worst day
Feeling like a breath of fresh air
Or Sanaa Lathan's sundress
Feel like I been numb so long
Can't remember feelin' nothing else
Feel R. Kelly overdid it, and Aaliyah wasn't done yet
F*ck it, what do I know? You get the concept
I feel a woop coming on
Butterfly Tootsie Roll
Black and young, flaming hots, and a scratch-off for my mom
Feel like Kool-Aid in a sandwich bag
Live from the scammers natural habitat
Trick up my sleeve, alakazam, no Shaq
Ah-ha, oh yeah, so many feelings, so many losers with expert opinions
I feel I think I don't know shit sometimes
I feel survivors guilt, but I don't feel alive
Often wonder why
Tashaunda! Tashaunda!
Bitch you better open this door!
I got your son outside, hoe!
F*ck wrong witchu?
Oh, uh your name must be Jason
Big as f*ck, you big, big
What the f*ck you be eatin' bruh?
Ayy um, you think you can go get our girl and tell her
Come down here 'cause
She got our child, he might be yours
How long you been f*ckin' with her?
Excuse me let me walk in this bitch right quick though, big dog
Tashaunda! Bitch come here!
F*ck wrong witchu?
You ain't even got no cereal in here man
You got milk but you ain't got no cereal
What type of bitch ass drink milk?
That's why I stop f*ckin' witchu anyways
I bet you drink it out the bottle ugly ass girl, ay!
Writer: Olu O. Fann, Eian Undrai Parker
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group