Lil Duke

"Feel My Pain"

[Intro]
G-Money
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
I'm in LA and I ball like a Laker (Ball)
He say that's his girl, but I bet I could take her (Bet I could take her)
Can't chase no b*tches, I only chase paper (Only chase paper)
I'm tryna get my face all on the Fader (Fader)
Three hundred b*tches, 300 the label (The label)
Bet I'm a plug his ass up like some cable (Plug)
I made the call and I chunk up the neighbor
Since a lil' bitty boy, had too much flavor (Flavor)
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
They know I cannot be stuck at the bottom (Stuck at the bottom)
Go to Coachella to f*ck on the models
So many n*ggas, they know I'm they father (They father)
Fell on my feet and kept pushing (Pushin')
Her pus*y stank, need to douche it (Douche it)
My dawg got my back like a cushion (Cushion)
I'm in day shift, I'm at Tootsies (Tootsies)

[Verse 1]
She tryna throw me the pus*y (pus*y)
Baby girl know I ain't no rookie (No rookie)
I just might eat her lil' cookie (Eat it)
We steppin' out and they lookin' (They lookin')
My n*ggas will hide in your bushes (Your bushes)
You better not lie to your sister (Your sister, nah)
I just be ballin', like I hit a lottery ticket (Let's go)
They know I'm front of the line
I know these n*ggas be droppin' them dimes
He told and he scared and he couldn't do no time (No time)
Dreaming 'bout money, it's all on my mind (My mind)
Can't never hate on my dawgs (My dawgs)
Send her the addy she ate on my log (My log)
Too many hoes, they gon' leap like a frog
Stuck in the trap, I was gettin' it off (Gettin' it off)
I paint a picture like Cozy (Cozy)
These n*ggas, they act like they know me (Know me)
I been stayin' down, I been focused (Yeah)
They sleepin' on me like I'm local (Yeah)
I came in this b*tch with a chauffeur (Yeah)
I keep the bread and the toaster (Yeah)
I cannot show no emotion
Pain running deep as the ocean (Pain running deep as the ocean)

[Chorus]
I'm in LA and I ball like a Laker (Ball)
He say that's his girl, but I bet I could take her (Bet I could take her)
Can't chase no b*tches, I only chase paper (Only chase paper)
I'm tryna get my face all on the Fader (Fader)
Three hundred b*tches, 300 the label (The label)
Bet I'm a plug his ass up like some cable (Plug)
I made the call and I chunk up the neighbor
Since a lil' bitty boy, had too much flavor (Flavor)
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
They know I cannot be stuck at the bottom (Stuck at the bottom)
Go to Coachella to f*ck on the models
So many n*ggas, they know I'm they father (They father)
Fell on my feet and kept pushing (Pushin')
Her pus*y stank, need to douche it (Douche it)
My dawg got my back like a cushion (Cushion)
I'm in day shift, I'm at Tootsies (Tootsies)

[Verse 2]
They want me to fall, but I got too much balance
My n*ggas winnin', this sh*t ain't no challenge (No challenge)
You know I get this, you know I'm not average
Diamonds they dancing 'cause b*tch, I got clarity
Walk out in public, they stare at me
I'm taking pics but I'm arrogant (Pics)
Surrounded with nothing but savages (Savages)
I gotta feed my whole faculty (Feed)
This sh*t ain't no game, go shootin' off the rip
They let a pus*y kill my n*gga Nip
Been 'round the globe and we still taking trips
She tryna massage me with her lip
You gotta take this sh*t serious (Serious)
You n*ggas broke and delirious (Delirious)
Why n*ggas hatin'? I'm curious (Curious)
Double R Rolls, but I'm steering it (Steering it)
But I know the real n*ggas hearin' me (Hear me)
n*ggas acting like hoes on they period (Period)
The hating disease, ain't no curing it
Hop on a jet and we Lear-in' it
We're packin' out sh*t 'round the globe (Globe)
They can't see me with a scope
I stick to the script and I just keep it real with n*ggas
Same n*ggas be hatin' on the low

[Chorus]
I'm in LA and I ball like a Laker (Ball)
He say that's his girl, but I bet I could take her (Bet I could take her)
Can't chase no b*tches, I only chase paper (Only chase paper)
I'm tryna get my face all on the Fader (Fader)
Three hundred b*tches, 300 the label (The label)
Bet I'm a plug his ass up like some cable (Plug)
I made the call and I chunk up the neighbor
Since a lil' bitty boy, had too much flavor (Flavor)
I gotta get it, I gotta get it
They know I cannot be stuck at the bottom (Stuck at the bottom)
Go to Coachella to f*ck on the models
So many n*ggas, they know I'm they father (They father)
Fell on my feet and kept pushing (Pushin')
Her pus*y stank, need to douche it (Douche it)
My dawg got my back like a cushion (Cushion)
I'm in day shift, I'm at Tootsies (Tootsies)

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