Feelin Like Lyrics
| Song | Feelin Like |
| Artist | Curren$y |
| Album | Priest Andretti |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: from "Super Fly"] | |
| "Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head" | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| Like a nigga selling dope | |
| Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope | |
| They waiting to see me fail, I'm waiting on this boat | |
| Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go | |
| Dress like I really didn't have no plans | |
| Light Rolex, maybe a chain, t-shirt, sweatpants | |
| Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her | |
| But she made it shake and I ain't even have to pay her | |
| And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers | |
| Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers | |
| Me, I'm under the sun, sports car racing | |
| Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door | |
| And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have any bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door | |
| And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| Wake up, thank the man I'm still alive | |
| Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I'm a drive | |
| Backing out my driveway, automatic gates | |
| Couple automatic assassins securing my estate | |
| I don't know what I done, niggas mad at me | |
| I bought a couple nice things, thought you'll be happy | |
| But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me | |
| You want me die cause your girl tryna get at me | |
| Nigga stop, it's a world full of money | |
| You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it | |
| Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine | |
| Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3:] | |
| When the club letting out I'm a pass in front | |
| You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see | |
| Pimpin', you can't police her, she gon' do what she want | |
| Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed | |
| She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom | |
| I'm syncing my iPhone to show on my tv | |
| Ain't even all the way on, niggas ain't even seen | |
| Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me | |
| Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed | |
| It's a check at the finish line every dime I need | |
| Every dime don't spend, hounds them hoes be | |
| Out to get them so firstly I get me | |
| [Outro:] | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door | |
| And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have every bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo's when I step through the door | |
| And I'm rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have every bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| When the club letting out I'm a pass in front | |
| You all in your girl's face hoping she don't see |
| Intro: from " Super Fly" | |
| " Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Like a nigga selling dope | |
| Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope | |
| They waiting to see me fail, I' m waiting on this boat | |
| Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go | |
| Dress like I really didn' t have no plans | |
| Light Rolex, maybe a chain, tshirt, sweatpants | |
| Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her | |
| But she made it shake and I ain' t even have to pay her | |
| And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers | |
| Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers | |
| Me, I' m under the sun, sports car racing | |
| Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit | |
| Hook: | |
| Straw in my Rose Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have any bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Straw in my Rose Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Wake up, thank the man I' m still alive | |
| Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I' m a drive | |
| Backing out my driveway, automatic gates | |
| Couple automatic assassins securing my estate | |
| I don' t know what I done, niggas mad at me | |
| I bought a couple nice things, thought you' ll be happy | |
| But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me | |
| You want me die cause your girl tryna get at me | |
| Nigga stop, it' s a world full of money | |
| You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it | |
| Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine | |
| Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: | |
| When the club letting out I' m a pass in front | |
| You all in your girl' s face hoping she don' t see | |
| Pimpin', you can' t police her, she gon' do what she want | |
| Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed | |
| She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom | |
| I' m syncing my iPhone to show on my tv | |
| Ain' t even all the way on, niggas ain' t even seen | |
| Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me | |
| Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed | |
| It' s a check at the finish line every dime I need | |
| Every dime don' t spend, hounds them hoes be | |
| Out to get them so firstly I get me | |
| Outro: | |
| Straw in my Rose Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have every bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Straw in my Rose Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have every bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| When the club letting out I' m a pass in front | |
| You all in your girl' s face hoping she don' t see |
| Intro: from " Super Fly" | |
| " Aw sweet Jesus man them junkies must of knocked a hole in your head" | |
| Verse 1: | |
| Like a nigga selling dope | |
| Investigation, surveillance, life under the scope | |
| They waiting to see me fail, I' m waiting on this boat | |
| Damier printed sails love, I got somewhere to go | |
| Dress like I really didn' t have no plans | |
| Light Rolex, maybe a chain, tshirt, sweatpants | |
| Bumping that Juicy J Bands A Make Her | |
| But she made it shake and I ain' t even have to pay her | |
| And you know me, keep it OG, like the reefer and my papers | |
| Got them suckers under guns infrared lasers | |
| Me, I' m under the sun, sports car racing | |
| Everyday we come up with some more amazing player shit | |
| Hook: | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have any bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| Yeah, yeah | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Verse 2: | |
| Wake up, thank the man I' m still alive | |
| Freshen up, get dressed, pick which car I' m a drive | |
| Backing out my driveway, automatic gates | |
| Couple automatic assassins securing my estate | |
| I don' t know what I done, niggas mad at me | |
| I bought a couple nice things, thought you' ll be happy | |
| But niggas wishing they hear that somebody kidnapped me | |
| You want me die cause your girl tryna get at me | |
| Nigga stop, it' s a world full of money | |
| You wasting time worrying bout mine, fool get on it | |
| Mega grind several times I was told I would be next to shine | |
| Until I said fuck it and I snatched mine | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: | |
| When the club letting out I' m a pass in front | |
| You all in your girl' s face hoping she don' t see | |
| Pimpin', you can' t police her, she gon' do what she want | |
| Love just wanna fuck and smoke some good ass weed | |
| She in the beater, nothing else, cleaning my bathroom | |
| I' m syncing my iPhone to show on my tv | |
| Ain' t even all the way on, niggas ain' t even seen | |
| Nothing yet, Jet threat, fools, you hear me | |
| Talking top Corvette, ZR1 top speed | |
| It' s a check at the finish line every dime I need | |
| Every dime don' t spend, hounds them hoes be | |
| Out to get them so firstly I get me | |
| Outro: | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have every bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah | |
| Straw in my Rosé Mo' s when I step through the door | |
| And I' m rolling up smoke everywhere I be | |
| Feeling like I can have every bitch I want | |
| Feeling like all these hoes in this bitch want me | |
| When the club letting out I' m a pass in front | |
| You all in your girl' s face hoping she don' t see |
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