SUBMIT LYRICS
Top 100
Album releases
artists
Community
French
Spanish
Portuguese
Correction Lyrics
FEED HER!
by
JPEGMAFIA
Back
Lyrics
I went to crib [?] money, no b*t*h and no [?] but what is you doin' with me? I be looking at these [?] like what is you doin'? It must be the [boomer ?] in me Words pop out these n***as, [is ?] I know they pu**y as f**k and we never gon' meet my kin better, my sh*t never jam, n***a, I'm used to the heat (Facts) These n***as don't know how to score, they just setting the screen f**k what you do for the others, but what is you doing for me? How I stay in your mind, lil' b*t*h, and we still ain't meet? My b*t*h same color as Davy's I put pause on a n***a like [?] I spit bars like I never get sleep How did I move in your mind rеnt-free? Huh, taxing a lease I becomе Prince Ali, you minimum wage, I'm Prince Hakeem It's thirty, you alt-right trolls ain't worthy I stay, your mind is working (Uh) You have no worthless hurting Don't know when these n***as in person (Nah) Never step outside, just lurkin' Ooh, ooh-yeah Oh that's you, I be for certain My [?] my main b*t*h, but yeah, me and my car be flirting Be careful where you stay, I let my [prints ?] stay nervous Stay by, stand back, stay earning, uh When one of these crackers get brave and I put [candles ?] to their face Y'all better thank me for my service, my world different, I'm Kyrie Irving n***as be b*t*hin', they have no purpose Testing my patience, I'm going to search you Running a clinic and feeding the nurses Miracle bars, you wrapping a turban Noble savage, I'ma [?] Minerva Baby, I feel like a servant, it's not like I don't deserve it Patience, trust, gotta earn it Grab my baby, came back to [?] I feel as dripped and I'm nervous, how [?] How it feels when I bring up your memory Ooh, you feelin' me now, keep callin' [?] from his house The pressure on pile, all these sticks, I just can't put it down Now I hear 'bout my name in your mouth All that money, he still on my couch What that smell like? Bar I'm a thot that was never in doubt They love me 'cause I spin on them messy They f**k you 'cause you giving them clout f**k a girl, make a beat on my couch On the road to them riches, I'm laughing 'Cause I keep running into your- (Uh) How I keep running into your exes I keep texting your sh*t, get the message Feed her
music video
Your name will be published. Leave fields blanks to remain anonymous.
Submit
Modal title
×
Insert media
Video URL?
(YouTube, Vimeo, Instagram, DailyMotion, Soundcloud)
×
Remember me
Lost password
Sign in
Register