Curren$y - Feelin' Like lyrics

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Curren$y - Feelin' Like lyrics

[Intro: from "Super Fly"] "Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head" [Verse 1] Like a n***a selling dope Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope They waiting to see me fail, I'm waiting on this boat Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go Dress like I really didn't have no plans Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her But she made it shake and I ain't even have to pay her And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers Got them s**ers under guns infrared lasers Me, I'm under the sun, sports car racing Everyday we come up with some more amazing player sh** [Hook] Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be Feeling like I can have any b**h I want Feeling like all these hoes in this b**h want me Yeah, yeah Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be [Verse 2] Wake up, thank the man I'm still alive Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I'ma drive Backing out my driveway, automatic gates Couple automatic a**a**ins securing my estate I don't know what I done, n***as mad at me I bought a couple nice things, thought you'll be happy But n***as wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me You wanna die cause your girl tryna get at me n***a stop, it's a world full of money You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine Until I said f** it and I snatched mine [Hook] [Verse 3] When the club letting out I'ma pa** in front You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see Pimpin', you can't police her, she gon' do what she want Love just wanna f** and smoke some good a** weed She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom I'm syncing my iPhone to show on my tv Ain't even all the way on, n***as ain't even seen Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed It's a check at the finish line every dime I need Every dime don't spend, hounds them hoes be Out to get them so firstly I get me [Hook] [Outro] Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be Feeling like I can have every b**h I want Feeling like all these hoes in this b**h want me When the club letting out I'ma pa** in front You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see

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