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granola bars 'n beer - featherweights lyrics

sh*t. it’s h*lla sunny over here
yeah
yaw yaw yaw yaw
it’s like uh
uh*huh
uh (uh)
uh*huh
uh
yeah
(sw*ng*a*lang man!)
yaw!

ya’ll feel like i’m too proud to ever get rich and that there’s good and bad, but i’m stuck on the bridge
besides that, ya’ll tired of me not making a hit?
i feel like throwing hands ’till i break me a wrist
that would be out of my character. i know what to battle for
ain’t been livin under a rock like angor rot
as far as i’m concerned i’m a pearl in the ocean
just watch me break outta my sh*ll and expose ya to what i’m worth
but my soul ain’t for sale homie
when i write i make my points like braille louis
ya’ll can’t fool me
i never had no hollywood dreams. (uh)
face lifted b*tches sniffing in their daily routine just won’t do it for me
so keep your nose out my sh*t
this hip hop and me got a personal cl!ck going on
and those who know the lyrics to my songs
no words could ever describe how much i’m charmed
i freaking love ya’ll
but this ain’t no love song
this that “get your b*tch wet in in a thong” song. (wha?)
i’m a big man when i rap
call these bars hung
got women showing kissy lips like i’m tarkan. (mwah)
and i did some sh*t that can’t be undone
feels like it is way too much that i have done wrong
but a disappointment can lead to an alternative route
we h*lla old*school, but no time to be conservative now
call me john wayne gacy the way i’m murking these clowns
bring your biggest mac with ya when these birds in your town
must have heard me by now
i must be thirty by now
give me four more years and ya’ll can’t bundle this style
mawf*cka
this passion ain’t for the giveaway. (giveaway)
uh!
got ’em spazzing when i flip the page
yeah i write my own sh*t
no nicolas cage. (no nicolas cage)
now the name is featherweights, some things have changed. (some things have changed)
took the vision for the two of us and rearranged
throwing plans on the table among the green we blazed
yeah the puffy got me feeling lovely
i might rise when i’m baked like nasi goreng
i don’t feel none of y’all more than myself
unless you’re in the top ten
and y’all rappers come in millions
and only a small amount of these millions, they make millions
and most of these mawf*ckas act like they make millions
and a few of these millions don’t care if they make millions
but wanna teach children that achieving bliss don’t take millions
make brilliance
f*ck fame!
talent is unforgettable
media attention is nothing you’ll be remembered fo’. (none)
so if you hate some sh*t then make some sh*t and make it better
taking over your area
empty my bladder. (bladdaah)
tss
no complaining about the rainy weather. (rainy weather)
because i

got the feeling that these raindrops are warm
got this pain stuck and love is on the leash for you
hip hop hooray!
got the feeling that these raindrops are warm
got this pain stuck and love is on the leash for you
hip hop hooray!

- featherweights lyrics

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