Chinx Drugz - Feelings lyrics

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Chinx Drugz - Feelings lyrics

(Give a f** about yo feelings) (Give a f** about yo feelings) (Give a f** about yo feelings) Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Give a f** about yo feelings Who gives a f**? All of them n***as complaining Tell from the second I came in I done been through mo sh** Po sh** to the top, now I'm faded I don't give a f** where a n***a been Where a n***a going or what kind of sh** he been through Watch n***as ball, sh** I couldn't score I decided I bought a Benz too now a n***a fly by, Fly jumping out the drive rock Haters see me when I hop out (what?) When a n***a did his state bid Was the only time I copped out (I'm askin' God questions, what we fighting for?) (A n***a lost his name, what you crying for?) Rock bottom, not going up f** slowing up, I'm drinking 3 hoes, all 4 of us, I'm thinking Know some n***as at the bottom and they still in it Ask yo self, n***a really? Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Give a f** about yo feelings Who gives a f**? Armed and dangerous, rolled up laced with the angel dust Murder one homicide when it came to us We came with the bail when it came with cuffs Fame and d**, it don't mix, like oil in the water Feds on my door, I'm boiling the water Need those chips, Michael in the fourth quarter When you getting money fast life's getting shorter n***a hit yo head then n***a go and mop 'em n***a play Batman then you gon' rob 'em Looking at my rap sheet, n***a won't argue n***as talk a rap beat, n***a no problem Coming through my head, just my dogs with me p**y and the bread, keep 'em calling me Money in the bag, n***a calling me But you p**y a** crackers don't follow me Now I'm talkin' bout 500 dirty what my day like Them young n***as hit you in the daylight Young n***a totin' that nina n***as turn on you, didn't pay right Hundred thou' link with a cross in the middle Playing both sides with a cross in the middle R.I.P. with a cross in the middle, but really Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Give a f** about yo feelings Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Who gives a f**? (Who gives a f**?) Give a f** about yo feelings Who gives a f**?

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