Gotta Feeling Lyrics

Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh, hey Win, you uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah, okay

Knew I was fuckin' them bitches, she geeked for the hunnids

I put a big bag on a dashboard Had to go ghost on that bitch

cause I got me a feeling, that she was tryna plot for the backdoor

Shit gettin' critical, baby, you hangin' with niggas that don't even got them a passport

So I be swingin' and driftin' tryna start some commotion

Them niggas gon' slip through my landlords

Fuck em, I'm back in that mode tryna see dividends

So I'm scootin' my bitch to the side

Moe here sweatin', it's chiggin' and pricey

But get your bitch wet so I'm puttin' on mine

Glock 23 and it's older than me

You can get your ass stoned like you playin' with beehives

Big when the big is, these bitches gon' have to perform

If they can't, then they gettin' a peace sign

Cashmere sweater, it's keepin' the Glock hot

She suck dick when I'm playin' some Roblox

Got a new bitch, I can't play with my Xbox

Niggas be smokin' on Huff, I got moon rocks

Get around hoes and start talkin' bout ten bands

I don't even know, bruh, but he a yes man

Brand new chopstick, blow like a kickstand

Oh, you can't see me, I'm proud of my glasses

Bitch bounce on it, it's thick like molasses

High in the treetop, gettin' Jurassic

Bet he gon' flinch if I whip out the ratchet

Bro, stop savin' that bitch, she was suckin' and fuckin

The niggas with motion committees

So it's better to give her the stiff arm and pass her to Brody

He probably just give her a hickey

Flexin' hella knots, 30 in the Glock

Fuckin' your hoe, lift my shirt up like Giddy

Playin' bitches hot, knew I should've stopped

But I don't care, cause I'm runnin' the city

Mecca, Milly Rock, while I tow the Glock

Yeah, my bitch bad, but she hella sedated

While I count the Glock, new rapper, new stack

The Rock to a Milly, knew I was fuckin' them bitches

She geek for a hundred, I put a big bag on her dashboard

Had to go ghost on that bitch, cause I got me a feelin

That she was tryin' plot for the back door

She gettin' critical, baby, you hangin' with niggas

That don't even got them a passport

So I be swingin' the drink, tryna start some commotion

Them niggas gon' snitch on my landlord

Fuck him, I'm back in that mood, tryna see dividends

So I'm scootin' my bitch to the side

Bonehead sweated and shakin' and punchy, but get your bitch wet

So I'm puttin' on mines, Glock 23

And it's older than me, you can get your ass stuck

Like you playin' with beehives, big when I'm big

Cause these bitches gon' have to perform, if they can't

Then they gettin' a peace sign

I'm sorry, babes, please

But quite frankly, you're not on to par

I got a feelin

That you couldn't suck the me and Willie

Out my trousers

Preposterous

And you call yourself a munch

Where, where, where do you munch at

Come on, babes

You better

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