Tyga - The Feelin' lyrics

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Tyga - The Feelin' lyrics

n***as want interviews, wanna ask me how I feel, how this feel, how I feel n***a I ain't D'Angelo, I'm droppin' new sh** all the time, play my sh** Yeah, all that sh** right there bruh bruh Ahh, don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day Ask me how I feel to hop in a wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in Keep the change, cause I will f** your change baby Since I jumped in the game ain't fun I been the same don't jump in my lane baby Told you I was bussin' out the bag, finna f** up some change baby Spent a lump on the gang we all stunt we the same this my muh-f**in' name baby It's T-Raww so you know I'm going raw, I'm finna f** up the game baby My momma told me stop buying j**elry cause it's too much bling but there's no such thing I got a lil b**h on the west, all she do is s** me, she's my lil s** ting I got a lil b**h on the east, all she do is f** me, she's my lil f** ting When we hook up on the southside put 'em both together they my lil s*ut ting All my b**hes undefeated, all my n***as run the city, all my enemies tell 'em come and get me Don't ask me how I feel to hear a n***a speak my name, ask me how I let the fuel in the Bentley Don't ask me how I feel to know these n***as resent me Ask me how I feel to know all these hoes can't resist me, ooh And f** your interview I'm too busy getting busy Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving state Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in Keep the change, cause I will f** your change baby Out in Saint Tropez n***a ask me how I feel, is the wind warm, is the champagne chill? sh** I just wanna chill, on a yacht making bills I could've been a Chef, I know how to make a meal I'm eating with my gang think my last name Gates cause I always pay the Bill And I put my n***as on n***a ask me how it feel They rollies ain't tickin' all my n***as getting splinters cause they drippin' wood will n***as talkin' beef I got a few OG's that'll throw you on the grill Give me that mouth, I'll give you them shoes, she head over heels n***as in them interviews been the truth, never get the truth tho You know how I do, get all my sh** new, that's why I'm always in the news yo Here's a question, where the f** was you when I was sleepin' on a futon So f** a interview cause you f**in' up my view dawg Don't ask me how I feel to hear these clowns hating Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day Ask me how I feel to hop in a Wraith and skate, and now I'm leaving State Don't ask me how I feel to know these clowns fake Ask me how I feel to count a hundred thou in a day I ain't spend a twenty in a minute, I been breaking hundreds in Keep the change, cause I will f** your change baby Would you rather know how it feel, to cop your mom a house on the hills Fish tanks with the sharks and the eels, just enough cash, that all your pains heal Would you ever ever ever know how it feels, [?] champagne and let it spill Ever heard Bun B tell you you trill, it's a [?] 'bout to tell you how it feel Would you ever ever ever know how it feel? Probably not Would you ever ever ever know how it feel? Probably not Probably not

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