Ya Feel Me (Explicit)歌词-Key Glock

Ya Feel Me (Explicit)歌词由Key Glock演唱，出自专辑《Yellow Tape 2 (Deluxe)》，下面是《Ya Feel Me (Explicit)》完整版歌词！

Ya Feel Me (Explicit)歌词完整版

[Intro

(BandPlay)

Uh, ayy

[ Chorus 1

Money comin', money goin'

*****es, *****es, hoes, hoes

South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns

Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it

Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4

Count guap, it got my thumbs sore

Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Yeah)

I got money runnin' through my pores

Yeah I'm up, but I want some more

Yeah I'm up, check the scoreboard, I get money like it was a chore (Lil' *****)

[Post-Chorus

I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"

I got *****es on my dick, and I got niggas in my business

I got Wock Wock in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's

I got the double R truck now I want the one with no cеilings (Ya feel me?)

[Verse 1

I been gettin' so much money, don't know what to do with it

I been countin' so much monеy my head just start spinnin'

And speakin' of spinnin', my young nigga just did it

No cap, I'm ballin' out, they like "Glock, you wicked"

I been sippin' so much Wock, like mother**** my kidneys

I just pulled up in a yellow schoolbus, but no kids in it

Courtside on the floor, sippin' on a four, watchin' the Grizzlies

[Bridge

Money comin', money goin', got rich off of streams and tourin'

Yeah, ballin' like the Final Four, got *****es tryna make a porn

Ex ***** talkin' 'bout she torn, had to leave on her like a forest

Think about money when I yawn, yeah, its on my mind every mornin' (*****)

[Verse 2

I jump up out the bed, gettin' to the bread, middle fingers to the feds (Yuh)

Pay you in the red, choppas on your head, now a nigga is (Shh)

I ain't gotta say it, why would I say it? Niggas know I ain't playin' (Yuh)

I'm already playin' with her bag, I ain't playin' 'round with them (Nigga)

I barely trust my fam', nigga, I pull up they're like "Damn," nigga

Hundred racks on a Ram, nigga, in the choppa with a hundred rounds, nigga

Yeah the choppa little but it sound bigger, these nigga hoes just sound killa

Can't get to steppin' like Pam, nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus 2

Money comin', money goin'

*****es, *****es, hoes, hoes

South Memphis nigga, nine foreigns

Sneak dissin,' ain't no time for it

Hood rich, rockin' Tom Ford, baby choppa like 5'4

Count guap, it got my thumbs sore

Copped another watch 'cause I was bored (Lil' *****)

[Post-Chorus

I got voices in my head, keep on sayin' "Boy, let's get it"

I got *****es on my dick, and I got niggas in my business

I got Wock Wock all in my kidneys and I piss all on your feelin's

I got the double R truck now I want the one with no ceilings (Ya feel me?)