Correction Paroles Feel Good (Remix) (Demo) par Fresco Trey

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Paroles

Thomas Crager

Diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist
It make me feel good
She just want a n***a, f**k her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
Imma shoot my shot, no I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out

She don't love me, she fell in love with the VVS (Oo-Ooo)
I bet you won't believe me
I been on the road for the past five days
She know it's no fun when I have my way
She can get replaced In the fastest way ay-ay-ay
Aye if love hurts I guess I love pain
But I won't put you in this sh*t 'cause it's a tough game
And I got too comfortable with sticks, I gave my guns names
And how I leave my heat, and go to LA like I'm LeBron James
I did it once, I'll do it again
I f**ked two girls and they was friends
And they like how he do whatever he want?
'Cause b*t*h, I'm the man
Diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist
It make me feel good
She just want a n***a, f**k her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
Imma shoot my shot, no I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the lord that I don't flop now (Oh, oh, uh)
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out (Uh, uh)

From this crazy world, I'm tryna detach
That n***a real, best thing to do for him is havin' his back
Tryna find hisself, don't know how he should act
And he shot from shells, with the opps so stacked
Twin Glocks like Cody and Zack
Pinky roll, my n***as cold like Kobe and Shaq
Kill him with shadows, get no lonely than that
Keep your opinions, all I want is the fact
My n***a slime for his birthday, all he want is a pact
With two arms reachin' out the window like the drive-through
You steady hide a n***a...

Diamonds, dancing dripping on my wrist
It make me feel good
She just want a n***a, f**k her right and make her feel good
Smack it when I hit it, gotta let her know I'm still hood
Don't know what I drank, but I just know that I don't feel good
Imma shoot my shot, no I can't stop now
A hundred on the E-Way, with the top down
Praying to the lord that I don't flop now
When I hop up on the stage, you know I rock out

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