In Her Feels ft. Sid... & Kid Shareaf Lyrics

This bitch in her feels

I'm what she want, cause a nigga tired and can't pay her bills

But you can't buy real

Ay, look, kid, deja vu

Startin' to feel like I've been here

Old chiropractor, lil' nigga, I've been hip

You make hoes jump, I make bitches do front flips

No pronunciation, that lil' bitch, there a tongue twist

I need a dumb bitch to have funds and fun with

I need a bitch that ain't gon' trip when I play R. Kelly

Type to give me tax money and she'll never regret it

I can't give her back, nothin', I'm forever indebted

Seven sins, I'm deadly, twelve friends, I'm Jesus

It ain't hard to please me, five minutes, I'm easy

Micro dot acid, honey, I think I'm shrinkin

And shout-out to the bald eagles, nigga, I'm peakin

And pray for my new bitch that don't know I'm leavin

Cause when the sun lift, I'm outta here

Call Lyft, I'm outta here

She sleepin' on her purse, her arm lift, I'm outta there

I'm tryna think smart and take coins to the mothership

In year 3000 and I'm searchin' for Erykah

Which might be America, which might be hysterical

These bitches want weave, man, that shit be imperative

And I might buy some bundles if I hit like the Mariners

All my bitches call me Dada, so when I drop by

Panties drop to the floor and they on go soon as we lock eyes

If I told you that I love you, more than likely I lied

Trap jumpin' like when the chicken sandwich dropped at Popeyes

Ain't got no time to love nobody, might knock me off my grind

Cause I got mouths to feed, got pounds of weed

To get you high as balconies or falcon wings

You need to know I'm down to squeeze like boundaries

The villain that the cowards need to sound complete

Because they got they style from me, so crown the king

It ain't no way you clowns compete

And anybody who hear sounds agrees

I'm a Don and a God, bitch, my ring need a kiss

I'm guaranteed just like death and bein' seen with your bitch

Check her Snapchat, bet you never seen her this lit

She never met nan nigga like me, just like Trina and Trick

This bitch in her feels

I'm what she want, cause her nigga tired and can't pay her bills

But you can't buy real

I wrote this smoking sour cookies

They be like, we ain't seen you lately, bro

You gotta book me, without a PPP

I'm seein' paper power pussy

How we look this rich to y'all

I'm still gon' ball, cross over when niggas fall

No more court, I'm Scott Free

Look what money make happen

20K in 30 days, and it wasn't from rappin' or trappin

I'm one away from my seven streams collectin' cream

I'm never seen Just talked about

It's tiring

Inspiring, entitled, I've been vital

This shit sick viral, I'm lookin' like a million bucks

Boy, keep your bitch by you

Speaking of buy you, I could

They love to paint you like the villain

When you tryna be good

I manifested it, playin' chess with it

Camera's catchin' it

This ain't nothin' you can be taught

Dog, I was blessed with it

The golden touch

Bitches know what's up

I been the standard

Lil' homie can't get you what you want

I'll get it handled

This bitch in her feels

I'm what she want

Cause her nigga tired and can't pay her bills

But you can't buy real

This bitch in her feels

I'm what she want

Cause her nigga tired and can't pay her bills

But you can't buy real