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feel like ye - babychiefdoit lyrics

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[intro]
baow, b*tch, baow

[verse i]
she want a shark but i’m nothing like none of these n*ggas, i’m vicious, i’m a piranha
don’t hop in the street if you don’t got a drac’, it get hot in this b*tch like you stuck in a sauna
n*gga want smoke with the gang but he don’t got no bodies, the f*ck? is the young n*gga high?
shoot up the funeral, don’t give a f*ck if the pastor is sad, that n*gga can die
n*ggas’ll walk and talk like me, who kids is these? they must be mine
n*ggas be saying it’s animals only but what kind? it must be swine
this ho tall so i gotta climb, come suck my d*ck, i’m tryna unwind
young as h*ll with a ten*milly*grrt, it’s grown ass men still playing with nines
he [?], but you hang with him, a lot of sh*t don’t make sense
its a lot of sh*t i don’t get
it’s a [?], you don’t wanna get hit with this
one n*gga had got hit with switch in the hеad, he ain’t dead but it made him forgеt
one n*gga had got hit in his kidney, he ain’t die but it made him sh*t

[chorus]
b*tch, i feel like ye, i’m yeezy, n*gga
getting that tunechi, weezy, n*gga
bored as sh*t, too easy, n*gga
remember they wouldn’t believe a n*gga
come on, let’s go, no sleezy, n*gga
my [?] still gotta free that n*gga
you better talk to jesus, n*gga
soon we gon send you to meet that n*gga
f*ck your man, i’ll beat that n*gga
and if i can, ima smoke his ass
it’s gon’ be r.i.p. , that n*gga
bad lil barbie call me arby’s, she know this where the meat at, n*gga
tell me where you want to meet at, n*gga
i’ll f*ck around, pull up where you sleep at, n*gga
i’m blowing as soon as i see that n*gga
[intermission]
a lot of n*ggas don’t like me because i’m the realest n*gga you gon’ ever see
[?] some freddy crueger sh*t, i pull up in your dreams
on foenem

[verse ii]
you don’t want smoke, n*gga, you better go ‘head
we tryna mr. potato a n*gga
[?] to his forehead, we tryna rotten tomato a n*gga
[?] what you thought we doing?
in california, we making a movie
you tricking on b*tches that gon’ [?] while im tryna crumble a bad b*tch cookie
somebody in here smell like dookie
why this b*tch act like i need her? i can’t stand the smell of her coochie
hoes be having me f*cked up, had to look in the mirror like, “am i a goofy?”
b*tch, do i look like a clown?
if i throw some cash is you gon’ make that ass go ‘round
is you gon’ turn that ass around
is you gon’ make that sh*t go up and down

[chorus]
b*tch, i feel like ye, i’m yeezy, n*gga
getting that tunechi, weezy, n*gga
bored as sh*t, too easy, n*gga
remember they wouldn’t believe a n*gga
come on, let’s go, no sleezy, n*gga
my [?] still gotta free that n*gga
you better talk to jesus, n*gga
soon we gon send you to meet that n*gga
f*ck your man, i’ll beat that n*gga
and if i can, ima smoke his ass
it’s gon’ be r.i.p. , that n*gga
bad lil barbie call me arby’s, she know this where the meat at, n*gga
tell me where you want to meet at, n*gga
i’ll f*ck around, pull up where you sleep at, n*gga
i’m blowing as soon as i see that n*gga

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