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feelings - bluebucksclan lyrics

[verse 1: bluebucksclan dj]
racing v12s, yeah, watch me (yeah, watch me)
lil’ n*ggas see it, yeah, they tryna copy (n*gga)
bad b*tches on me, yeah, they tryna top me (tryna top me)
it’s just us and ten b*tches, finna go to pappies (it’s just ten b*tches)
i just caught a giant bag of blues, feel like jeremy shockey (big bag)
stuff a lot of strong in my ‘wood, yeah, it’s very stocky (very stocky)
my b*tch hollywood, but we at steven’s eatin’ teriyaki (we don’t normally)
f*ck around in fendi, yesterday, i did versace (did versace)
big double*r truck, yesterday, i did a masi’ (was in a masi’)
takin’ n*ggas’ b*tches, drivin’ fast like i’m ricky bobby (ricky bobby)
turn a rock to six flags, we got dumb rides (dumb rides)
b*tches tryna hang on like she rock climb (rock climb)
balenciagas big than a b*tch, but they my size (big as f*ck)
went to roscoe’s for waffles and a sunrise (waffles and a sunrise)
every time you see us out, that’s them one guys (ayy, that’s them)
yeah, we them n*ggas, yeah, i promise (i promise)
took some coins, i’m sonic (i’m sonic), bucksclan, i’m giannas (i’m giannas)
flexin’ every time i catch a play, feel like mike thomas (mike thomas)

[chorus: bino rideaux]
i’m tryna see you with your bands up
one hundred million by my lonely, i don’t do this for them cameras
big bl!cky, i gotta keep it on me ’cause them n*ggas out here scandalous
if you move wrong, we gon’ od, i’m abusing if i panic
just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain’t gotta understand
[verse 2: bino rideaux]
i popped a perc’ and make your ho a fan of me, yeah
i can’t try to hold everything, yeah
we baller blockin’, put that rolls in the street, yeah
n*ggas poppin’, but they hoes underneath that
i tried doin’ sh*t by the code, it was weak, yeah
i got new and i got old, it ain’t me, yeah
real n*gga, ain’t no ho in me, yeah
n*ggas still ain’t did it like they told me

[verse 3: jeeezy]
n*ggas really hoes, i can’t even lie (i can’t even lie)
yeah, he mad i hit his b*tch, but i ain’t even try (i ain’t even try)
i got tired of fittin’ in, i went to philipp plein (philipp plein)
i keep k!llin’ all these n*ggas, this sh*t genocide (this sh*t genocide)
too many b*tches in our section, you can’t get inside (way too many)
i be pickin’ on them n*ggas that you run behind
mama said i was that n*gga since i been alive (since i been alive)
tryna get a quarter*piece, i’m gettin’ sick of dimes (sick of dimes)
moncler on my back, this sh*t so warm (yeah, it’s warm)
makin’ plays on obama phones like i’m joe h*rn (like i’m h*rn)
draggin’ b*tches by they ankles like a snowboard (like a snowboard)
it’s two hundred miles an hour on this dashboard (on this dashboard)
put it in the uber, send it to a shooter (yeah, send it)
tryna pop out with a bad b*tch like that n*gga future (on my mama)
walkin’ in with nineteen b*tches, i’m amari cooper (amari cooper)
really hittin’ sh*t from long range, yeah, they sharpshooters (they sharpshooters)
he a b*tch in real life, tough on them computers
big*titty b*tches at my house, i ain’t go to hooters (h*ll nah)
i’ma pick her up, if she don’t f*ck, i’ma send an uber
[chorus: bino rideaux]
i’m tryna see you with your bands up
one hundred million by my lonely, i don’t do this for them cameras
big bl!cky, i gotta keep it on me ’cause them n*ggas out here scandalous
if you move wrong, we gon’ od, i’m abusing if i panic
just do it because you love me, shawty, you ain’t gotta understand

- bluebucksclan lyrics

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