FEELINGS Lyrics

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Look

I might've fucked up this bitch

And her feelings

But I never fucked up a pack

You place a order

Short me a quarter

Please get the fuck

From the trap

Can't do no favors

When I did them favors

Took Ls yea I gotta get back

Oh baby I gotta get back

On baby I gotta

I might've fucked up this bitch

And her feelings

But I never fucked up a pack

You place a order

Short me a quarter

Please get the fuck

From the trap

Can't do no favors

When I did them favors

Took Ls yea I gotta get back

Oh baby I gotta get back

On baby I gotta

Vision me I get you lit

Christmas tree

Charge a fee

Need my currency with urgency

Bullshit ain't concerning me

Mind my LLC

Niggas talking bad on me

Tell em' SMD

But yo

Adios Vaminos

Knocking it down dominos

Shit poppin cause I'm on the roll

Got it poppin like crisco

In the kitchen bag it up

Green Bay pack em' up

Call my mans Aaron Rodgers

If you knowin then you know

Leroy with the glow

Niggas going with the flow

Listen baby I'm the flow

Niggas jackin I'm the goat

Never been the one to boast

But I'm bout bread so I need a loaf

My man said he hungry

So he upping toast

I might've fucked up this bitch

And her feelings

But I never fucked up a pack

You place a order

Short me a quarter

Please get the fuck

From the trap

Can't do no favors

When I did them favors

Took Ls yea I gotta get back

Oh baby I gotta get back

On baby I gotta