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you feel me - 1100 himself lyrics

i wanted to pop a n*gga top cause he owe me months
i just blew four bands and [] call it having fun
me and my n*gga [] was only kids, simpsons hit and run
they gotta bring a k*9 to my load to find this hidden gun
funk with a n*gga, i’m not trippin’, b*tch that’s where i’m from
you think this n*gga hotter than 1100 get your money back
i tried to put the jank, 11 up, they said they f*ck with that
i buy a dread wig and spin your block where blood clot at
or give a dub to a dope fiend where blood spot at
n*gga throwin’ up, what time? where your block at?
you a lil’ n*gga in your hood, i’m a top hat
how you gettin’ five shootouts and never a shot back?
your big n*gga should be ashamed, girl, you get that glock back
i went to highline and they don’t know you, get that watch back
and that’s the same sh*t that got my lil’ n*gga popped at
keep your mouth closed and all the charges, they gon’ drop that
you feel me? imma blast mine
this n*gga sweatin’ in his pictures like it’s halftime
i used to do them janky shows for the halftime
and when i walked up in the mall, i spent a [?] five
and when i looked up in the mirror, i see a bad guy
and get the rates into that bag just like the fast five
and i firebomb your crib like a landmine
and every time i’m in that jam, i’m a d*mn mime
you feel me? like a mime in the box
i turn into the leven wolf at nine on the dot
this n*gga got his ass beaten, now he buying the glock
and he done got that b*tch took, now he buying the chop

- 1100 himself lyrics

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