Wightmaan - Feel The Love lyrics

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Wightmaan - Feel The Love lyrics

[Hook {John Newman}] You know I said it's true I can feel the love, can you feel it too? I can feel it (ah, ah) I can feel it (ah, ah) [Verse One {Wightmaan}] Wightmaan, white rapper with the least money The type to tell you I need you like it'd mean something Chillin' back, Magic Flight in my right hand Red light (let it go) Pull up to the hotel, the hoe tell me we runnin' super late She's not a ten, more than seven, I call her Super 8 Luminate while the moon is vaped, it only makes sense To make cents you gotta be more well-spoken than sh** that Buddha makes Sugato, sugata; mi casa es su casa I'mma rap until my money counter soundin' like Chewbacca Like (brrrrrrrrrrrr), boom shaka laka I ain't tryin' and I'm droppin' more bombs than Flex in Osaka You mockin' 'em, why'd you say that? Bumpin' Em on my 8-tracks He told me, "have no love, have no ceilings," like how Wayne rap I ain't givin' no freebies, bro send me 'em back If you're ill than homie I'm iller, like Reggie or Mac [Hook {John Newman & Wightmaan}] {x2} You know I said it's true I can feel the love, can you feel it too? I can feel it (ah, ah) (I don't really feel the love, so I'mma stop 'til the beat's a hug) [Verse Two {Wightmaan}] Look, I don't need your stress The only kid who's knowin' he gon' be up next Hair like Bieber so believe I got Believe on deck My seventeen I had my first thousand Tryna move mountains, flow so astoundin' Mistaken for quakin' Haitian tsunamis that gon' drown 'em Bound 'em, ride it like you ride it right; Kim K when she ride a bike So many rappers under me right now that I can't count 'em (pause) But I'm an OG up on IG Walk up to the club and they like, "open up your ID" They know I'm eighteen, but I'm just tryna date Kylie While dating Kendall, Miley, and the chick playin' Hermione But probably not though, I make minimum wage Layman's terms, that just means I'm minimally paid Minimally made to do some minimal things But in a year I'll run my city, no subliminal shade [Outro {John Newman & Wightmaan}] I gotta tell you I gotta tell you (tell you) I gotta tell you (tell you) It was all for you I gotta tell you (tell you) I gotta tell you (tell you) (We don't get told what to do, so feel the love, it was all for you) (Uh) It was all for you It was all for you It was all (uh) [x3] It was all for you I'm an OG up on IG (x6)

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