The Game - f** Yo Feelings lyrics

(Intro) Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris Like f** ceilin' Two ounces in my double cup This sh** gone k** me (Hook) f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! (Verse: Game) Yo, b**h, I signed my section point, I'm with 'em n***as Is that Drizzy b**h? I'm with Nicki like And these b**hes be telling their n***as I'm crazy Don't f** with that n***a, he went at Jay-Z And he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze Erry night I got yo b**h in my section I do it at Live and I do it at Toxic Do it at Supper, I do it at Dream No we ain't in Houston, but I got that rocket, go And I'm feeling nice, somebody mixed my pills right And I'm getting all this $, and its f**ed up Trinidad lost his deal right No Ceilings! Got the drophead for my children Dr. Dre just made a billion! And he sent me to tell all ya n***as man (Hook) f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! (Verse 2: Chris Brown) Any b**h that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get in the grave Pimping is pimping, I make a commission, they die p**y, pay My dick like a chopper, I load it then co*k it then bust on yo face We know that ya p**y my n***a, we know that ya ain't catching no fades Bulletproof windows is tinted, my n***a, while all yo sh** rented ya should rent it from me cuz I crash as soon as I spin it That's why they bring all the b**hes, don't bump the DJ my n***a Ya really care bout this b**h, ? dick all up in yo sis (Hook) f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! (Verse 3: Game) Started with documents, reincarnated Pac and Big How do ya think I got yo b**h? I am 2Pacalypse Got more winners than Popovich Yeah, my b**h will pop a b**h Pull up like Skrrrrr, now yo b**h out 'er skirt I made 'er twerk, now she selling my work Started with Hannah Montana hoes Now I'm f**ing all of Nick Cannon hoes I made 'er go down down, baby But I don't speak no country grammar tho, I got the antidote I know some Fu-town n***as that'll bust yo head like cantaloupe Ya pull out yo camera my cannon blow 2014 Hannibal Little n***a (Hook) f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins! (Outr0) I f** yo b**hes, f** yo b**hes f** yo n***as, n***a, f** yo n***as Soo Woo!