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how i'm feelin - boldy james lyrics

[intro: boldy james]
let’s get it

[verse 1: boldy james]
diamonds dripping like some h*twenty
ice hittin’ off the bape hoodie
got me feelin’ like i’m h boogie
glock semi*auto but the k fully
clip poking like a pin cushion
speed boatin’ up lake erie
whole team allergic to that fake jewelry
all you p*ssy n*ggas know you can’t near me
i’m the dream martin luther king had
one day, that we shall overcome
n*gga ranned off seen my older son
to go up top on ’em, that’s a hole in one
ice crossed, that’s a lot of karats on the father, spirit, and the holy son
never see the pea*green kel*tec with a thirty*rounder, this the only one
meech stealing buffies, i was on the run
in double*o*seven with the golden gun
went to gary got the rollie done
had to mix the hutchie with the golden sun
on i*94, with a 504
n*ggas thought that was a pair of levis
n*gga touch a hair on streets*
marty say he dropping everything on the eastside
fifty*four*hundred n*ggas road runnin’
fight night in vegas sittin’ ring*side
got the bows coming for the one seven
drug zonin’ in the seventeen five
get them blue jeans for seventeen five
bo jacks for the four two dub
lost a whole line on them orenthals
pray to god that i find a new plug
[chorus: trvp]
this how i’m feeling
i walk in the trap i’ll start balling i’m scared i’mma flip it
cause shawty won’t f*ck i’m like f*ck her cause that’s how i’m feeling
i whip it i cook it i serve it like i work at denny’s
can’t f*ck with you fraud ass n*ggas cause that’s how i’m feeling
no really no really no really no really no really no really
no cuts on a young n*gga belt, like he fresh out of prison
them rats gon’ show who they know then i got ’em you n*ggas offended
and that’s how i’m feeling man that’s how i’m feeling man how i’m feeling

[verse 2: gwala gambino]
i touch down, look at my phone
aldospirone, what you hidin’ by?
i’m speed racing down adda drive
some’ in my phone, some’ in my thighs
aight, n*gga what?
i ain’t beefin’ about no sl*t (at all)
meet my great*great granny talkin’* you up it you better bust
etched in sand i don’t trust nothing
i’ll pull up, knock of your m*ffin
i ain’t no david ruffin
arbre trends in my pumpkin (yup)
i’ll meet you at junction
f*ck the police make an ass out of you and me
like an assumption
whatup chop, i’m gwuap fifty
fifty gwuap n*gga rolling sixty
tiny re*rock put me in the business
i’m cracking finger like a junior gymnast
i’ll crack a pot, pyrex k!ller
peep through the crowd, i’m a dex k!ller
all you need is a f*ckin red nose
and some big shoes you the next victim (big clown)
f*cking clown, chase you big homie every time i come around
pop a n*gga then i raw hand raw hot
f*ck a rob my own thing go hard
stick ’em in a hoe we ain’t gon’ try
give a f*ck if her first whole hand lie
free my n*gga s gotta do a whole dime
i’m knee high in a whole pie
[chorus: trvp]
this how i’m feeling
i walk in the trap i’ll start balling i’m scared i’mma flip it
cause shawty won’t f*ck i’m like f*ck her cause that’s how i’m feeling
i whip it i cook it i serve it like i work at denny’s
can’t f*ck with you fraud ass n*ggas cause that’s how i’m feeling
no really no really no really no really no really no really
no cuts on a young n*gga belt, like he fresh out of prison
them rats gon’ show who they know then i got ’em you n*ggas offended
and that’s how i’m feeling man that’s how i’m feeling man how i’m feeling

[outro]
boldy’s always making us late bruh
he doesn’t care
about what?
he got his priorities f*cked up
what? i don’t care about what?
he put the drugs before everything

- boldy james lyrics

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