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I'm just feelin' a type of way
Sometimes these feelings won't go away
Her booty big like a double decker
She wanna feel a good night again
I just been feeling a type of way
I might just feel like I'll die today
If I won't reply back to your text
Do not mind me
I'm getting away
Hop in the coupe with the key
Yea
With a bottle of the bubble
Which I keep like a cleptomaniac (Hey)
I'm good with the tech, IT
Yea
Blacked out at this shit at 19
With the pen I carry
I creeped on the scene
God damn it
(Let's go)
Prolly washed away all my sins and my greed
Now my body's in need
Ever since a nigga dreamed
(Body count)
Body count that's word on my momma
I would die for this shit indeed
(Hey)
I'm just feelin' a type of way
Sometimes these feelings won't go away
Her booty big like a double decker
She wanna feel a good night again
I just been feeling a type of way
I might just feel like I'll die today
If I won't reply back to your text
Do not mind mind me I'm getting away
Hop in the coupe with the key
(Yeah)
With a bottle of the bubble
Which I keep like a cleptomaniac
I'm good with the tech, IT
Blacked out at this shit at 19
With the pen I carry
I creeped on the scene
God damn it
Possibly
Bitches want in cause they need those racks
Niggas retire from streaming tracks
I aint to blame I just speak the facts, yuh
Yugh,
Rappers try ball like they're hardest
Part time actor in the parlor
Y'all aint no rappers and no artists
I'm just feelin' a type of way
Sometimes these feelings won't go away
Her booty big like a double decker
She wanna feel a good night again
I just been feeling a type of way
I'm just feelin' a type of way
Sometimes these feelings won't go away
If I won't reply back to your text
Do not mind mind me Im getting away
Hop in the coupe with the key
Yea
With a bottle of the bubble
Which I keep like a cleptomaniac (Hey)
I'm good with the tech, IT
(Yeah)
Blacked out at this shit at 19
With the pen I carry (hey)
I creeped on the scene
God damn it
Prolly washed away all my sins and my greed
Now my body's in need
Ever since a nigga dreamed
(Body count)
Body count that's word on my momma
I would die for this shit indeed
(Hey)
