f*ck Your Feelings lyrics

by

Trae tha Truth


[Intro]
Here’s a little sh*t I like to call

[Verse 1]
Self explanatory sh*t for warriors
Killed your car in the corner
The vicious slaughtered an officer
No applause, then applaud us to
Rip apart the apartment
Kill your father and start with that
n*gga’s noggin’, and I'ma just ahh
Leave it at that, i believe in that rap
In the evening i trap, I’ma keep on leavin'
Cheese for that rat
In the evenin’ I 'm back you bleedin'
Rest in peace with that strap
I’m anemic but eat with the demons
Tellin' jesus I'm back!
Y'all n*ggas are f*cked up
Approach y'all n*ggas like what’s up?
All my life been broke trynna' get
That dough, lookin' for my come up
And i never seen no chain, no watch
No ring, no bling, no pop up
You ain’t never sold no cain, no coke no pills
No shut the f*ck up!
Kinda whip is you riding
What kind of n*ggas you hiding?
Faggot n*ggas, you braggin’, listen
What kind of di*k is you riding?
Ain’t no competition, i’m popin' f*ck
Your proposition, I'm plottin’
Ain’t no pot to p*ss in, I'm probably p*ssed
And inside the kitchen with choppers
I'm cursing like a mah’f*cker, mah’f*ckin’ chillin'
Yeah, i can make your mother f*ck me and go
f*ck her feelings!
I play the power ball, i hope i hit a
Couple of million, just so i can f*ck them b*tches
Who ain't tryna f*ck until then!
My n*gga, what you holding? f*ck that!
n*gga, that give me them hub caps
That’s more power than MJ dancin' in Thriller with a blunt like puff that!, killin' the block with a chilla that pop
And I woulda life prrra prrida tha prapra
Sound of the Glock, like jack in the box
To the match and the Glock, now run fast
I don’t know what you talkin’ bout
Been that n*gga that knock him out
Stomp that n*gga, i stomp him out
Walk that n*gga, now walk him out
Flow like venom in the cold
I’m entering the zone where hoes ain’t friends
With the hoes, and a man get the most sh*t
From the police and they beat them cops
Pretending to hold that 5-0-8
Walk on water, and drive on lakes
Fly them clouds, i float on bliss, my home
I’m pulling it out you face
[Verse 2]
Yeah, that’s what I like to call
Self explanatory sh*t for warriors
Killed your car in the corner
The vicious slaughtered an officer
No applause, then applaud us to
Rip apart the apartment
Kill your father and start with that
n*gga’s noggin’, I'ma just ahh
Leave it at that, You can leave it at this:
Squeezing that clip, that's enough to stop your
Breathing that's it, when I'm breathing
I’m sick,when you bleeding rest in peace with that strip
I’m anemic but eat with the demons
Tellin' Jesus that's it!
Joyner's mah’f*cker, mah’f*ck ya feelings
I can make your mother f*ck me then go

f*ck her feelings!
I play the power ball, i hope i hit a
Couple of million, just so I can f*ck them b*tches
They ain't wanna f*ck until then uh

[Outro]
Cause you know then they ain't (Yeah) you know they ain't tryna f*ck until you till you get some money
Joyner's mah’f*ck, mah’f*ckin villain
I can make your mother f*ck me then go
f*ck her feelings
I play the power ball, I hope I hit a
Couple of million, just so I can f*ck them b*tches
They ain't wanna f*ck until then uh
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