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feeling me - fashionist lyrics

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[intro]
b*tch

[chorus]
save what i want, it’s for myself
all that time is going fast, i can’t even tell
and the pigs outside, i ain’t even tellin’
all them n*ggas tried on me, they f*ckin’ fell in
baby, i need this for you, i ain’t no felon
all my n*ggas toting glocks, i got that weapon
smith & wesson, you ain’t even catchin’ me

[verse 1]
pills right in my hand, i need five less in me
they don’t understand, that’s why invest in me
yeah, i try my best in me
f*ck a rap n*gga, h*ll yeah, b*tch you feelin’ me
i can’t cap n*gga, turn that sh*t to a k!lling spree
yo’ sh*t wack, how you come through the spot so seemingly
i hate you and all them n*ggas, no, they ain’t seeing me
let mе know, right now, what the f*ck you gon’ see in me (brr, brr)

[verse 2]
sh*t so cold feel like minnеsota
thc, smoke gas then i roll up
talkin’ bout smoke gas, i don’t even know her
i been with truce b*tch i been w soda
he callin’ truce b*tch, while i’m gon’ go up
f*ck all them looks, he had no glow up
i’m with the crew, my n*ggas gon’ pour up
we shoot at the crew, the whole whip gon’ blow up
[bridge]
b*tch

[chorus]
save what i want, it’s for myself
all that time is going fast, i can’t even tell
and the pigs outside, i ain’t even tellin’
all them n*ggas tried on me, they f*ckin’ fell in
baby, i need this for you, i ain’t no felon
all my n*ggas toting glocks, i got that weapon
smith & wesson, you ain’t even catchin’ me

[verse 1]
pills right in my hand, i need five less in me
they don’t understand, that’s why invest in me
yeah, i try my best in me
f*ck a rap n*gga, h*ll yeah, b*tch you feelin’ me
i can’t cap n*gga, turn that sh*t to a k!lling spree
yo’ sh*t wack, how you come through the spot so seemingly
i hate you and all them n*ggas, no, they ain’t seeing me
let me know, right now, what the f*ck you gon’ see in me (brr, brr)

[verse 2]
sh*t so cold feel like minnesota
thc, smoke gas then i roll up
talkin’ bout smoke gas, i don’t even know her
i been with truce b*tch i been w soda
he callin’ truce b*tch, while i’m gon’ go up
f*ck all them looks, he had no glow up
i’m with the crew, my n*ggas gon’ pour up
we shoot at the crew, the whole whip gon’ blow up

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