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feeling (jay critch remix) - pop smoke lyrics

[intro]
traphouse mob
uh, look

[chorus]
i got that sit ’em down feeling
get up, can’t sit around feeling
i got that drill ’em now feeling
get up and drill ’em now feeling
lightning, thunder, i got a drill ’em now feeling
back out, brush ’em, no, i can’t sit around feeling
i got that sit ’em down feeling
get up, can’t sit around feeling
i got that drill ’em now feeling
get up and drill ’em now feeling
lightning, thunder, i got a drill ’em now feeling
back out, brush ’em, no, i can’t sit around feeling

[verse 1: pop smoke]
lightning, thunder, put ’em under
back out, brush ’em, i got that drill ’em now feeling
i got that cash out feeling, i got that touchdown feeling
i got that back out, get ’em, if you gon’ run up with ’em
big .38, hawk ’em, big benz, ain’t no walking
i ain’t really with the talking, i got that drill ’em now feeling
i got that run ’em down feeling
i got that k!ll ’em now feeling
i make ’em spin around spinning
know my gun get around, get ’em

[verse 2: jay critch]
all of my enemies they getting paper (paper)
them n-ggas slow or dumb or somethin
i’ve been on a mission (on a mission)
palms itching n-gga i got a feeling some money coming
dirty boys, and we don’t f-ck with n-ggas
we ain’t into the politics
put this b-tch on a flight
now she my eater as soon as she touch down she swallowing
if it ain’t money then i ain’t talking (talking)
is that sh-t a joke?
drop five bands louis v my coat (my coat)
been came in same color as goat
been taking [?]
oh the opp n-ggas never be flexing (flexing)
cause them n-ggas broke
they talking crazy, thats brand new smoke (brand new smoke)
get my shooters some brand new scopes (brand new scopes)
don’t knock your beef out your tacos
f-cking with her favorite pop smoke
brody gonna pull up [?] bullets bigger than pot holes
[?] 30’s [?] tahoe
my n-ggas moving like [?]

[outro]
i got that sit ’em down feeling
get up, can’t sit around feeling
i got that drill ’em now feeling
get up and drill ’em now feeling
lightning, thunder, i got a drill ’em now feeling
back out, brush ’em, no, i can’t sit around feeling
this is a melo beat
mom, moneyevery’s making beats again

- pop smoke lyrics

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