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Paroles : Feeling Like Tunechi
Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad b*t*h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more
Young n***as still grindin, I’m the muf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k em’
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b*t*h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k em’
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
I took the top off the McLaren, and lettin’ the gun show
Walk in my bathroom, I step in the drug store
Treat the 200 for y’all like a tug boat, who want smoke?
Yeah, cause the bullet be drippin’ like snot from a snub nose
I may write my main rifle a love note
I told you right from the start from the front door
I told her right from the pump, it’s a gun show
It’s me a Lil Richard, we defeating some b*t*hes
We stick to the code like Leonardo da Vinci
Many men they wishing death upon me
Bop, bop, bop, give em’ three wishes
I need me a b*t*h, that be needing them b*t*hes
Fresh play the pu**y, I ain’t cleaning the dishes
Chess play the buzzum, yeah I skeet on them titties
Cream and delicious, more baby than a pediatrician
Poor days, I be leaning I miss em’
Big trippin, put the beef in the skillet
I passed the whip and I got tea on the glitzy
Like no way can’t believe that I’m serious
Like no way can’t believe what I’m feelin’
Don’t play, they don’t need to play with me
OJ on the beat like it fit me
Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad b*t*h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more
Young n***as still grindin, I’m the muf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k em’
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b*t*h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k em’
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
Weezy F b*t*h, don’t forget the baby
Big Tunechi, why it cost 480
And I’m still screaming “f**k you, pay me!”
I been feeling like Tunechi, boy the Maybach Mercedes
I’m in the Truckfit
I might f**k on a b*t*h and I make her lit
Man, I feel like Tha Carter, really rich
Keep it real, 100, I can never switch
Few years of work turn to a boss in this b*t*h
I go platinum just talking my sh*t
My b*t*h too bad, get a bag if she throw a fit (bag)
I’m the GOAT killer, rappers get their throat slit
Count another fifty mill like oh sh*t
Bank account getting heavy like a gold brick
I might buy a Bugatti
Feelin like Tunechi, baby momma get a big body
Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad b*t*h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more
Young n***as still grindin, I’m the muf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k em’
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b*t*h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k em’
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad b*t*h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more
Young n***as still grindin, I’m the muf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k em’
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b*t*h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k em’
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
I took the top off the McLaren, and lettin’ the gun show
Walk in my bathroom, I step in the drug store
Treat the 200 for y’all like a tug boat, who want smoke?
Yeah, cause the bullet be drippin’ like snot from a snub nose
I may write my main rifle a love note
I told you right from the start from the front door
I told her right from the pump, it’s a gun show
It’s me a Lil Richard, we defeating some b*t*hes
We stick to the code like Leonardo da Vinci
Many men they wishing death upon me
Bop, bop, bop, give em’ three wishes
I need me a b*t*h, that be needing them b*t*hes
Fresh play the pu**y, I ain’t cleaning the dishes
Chess play the buzzum, yeah I skeet on them titties
Cream and delicious, more baby than a pediatrician
Poor days, I be leaning I miss em’
Big trippin, put the beef in the skillet
I passed the whip and I got tea on the glitzy
Like no way can’t believe that I’m serious
Like no way can’t believe what I’m feelin’
Don’t play, they don’t need to play with me
OJ on the beat like it fit me
Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad b*t*h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more
Young n***as still grindin, I’m the muf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k em’
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b*t*h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k em’
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
Weezy F b*t*h, don’t forget the baby
Big Tunechi, why it cost 480
And I’m still screaming “f**k you, pay me!”
I been feeling like Tunechi, boy the Maybach Mercedes
I’m in the Truckfit
I might f**k on a b*t*h and I make her lit
Man, I feel like Tha Carter, really rich
Keep it real, 100, I can never switch
Few years of work turn to a boss in this b*t*h
I go platinum just talking my sh*t
My b*t*h too bad, get a bag if she throw a fit (bag)
I’m the GOAT killer, rappers get their throat slit
Count another fifty mill like oh sh*t
Bank account getting heavy like a gold brick
I might buy a Bugatti
Feelin like Tunechi, baby momma get a big body
Turn your wife to a groupie (yeah)
He got smoked like a loosie (yeah)
Ride the wraith like a hoopty (yeah)
I been feelin’ like, I been feelin’ like Tunechi
Coming live from the 5-0-4
Bad b*t*h in my mentions with a mill on the floor
Big Tunechi, I can’t ride in the Mazi no more
Young n***as still grindin, I’m the muf**kin’ GOAT
I been feelin like Tunechi, huh
I been feelin like, yeah, f**k em’
Let me get in my bag, duffle
Eat that b*t*h like the last supper
Got her feelin like oh, Tunechi
Got me feeling like yeah f**k em’
Got me feelin like Rich The Kid, with grown ass man money
