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so disrespectful - lola brooke lyrics

[intro]
i gotta feel good (it’s me, baby), i really do gotta’ feel it, i*
i gotta feel good, i need to feel it, you gotta feel it
let me do what i do, n*gga, make me feel good
i know what the f*ck i’m doin’ (uh), i been doin’ sh*t for a long time

[chorus]
hopped out the nissan, switched into the ‘bach (the ‘bach)
if i take yo’ n*gga, he ain’t never comin’ back
i’ll plead the fifth if he talkin’ about sacks
these forty two shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, feel like a bat
[verse 1]
i tried to tell these b*tches, cheatin’ n*ggas don’t look good
come on now, you know a b*tch always look good (h*lla s*xy)
i need a g5 (uh), travelin’ with
the frank stand twenty four, go catch d*ck (ah)
i ain’t never keep up with the residue (i don’t)
runnin’ into mad n*gga’s skin and vessels (i do)
sеndin’ out men in all black to press you (ta*da)
oh my god, i’m so disrespеctful (yeah)
i ain’t never get f*cked, but i get f*cked (uh)
my n*gga have a good time holdin’ my wrist up (ooh, ah)
could had duffels in the shuffle more than triller
zombie land, demon timin’ (uh, michael, thriller)

[chorus]
hopped out the nissan, switched into the ‘bach (uh)
if i take yo’ n*gga (never), he ain’t never comin’ back
i’ll plead the fifth if he talkin’ about sacks (uh)
these forty two shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, feel like a bat

[verse 2]
this the get back (let’s go), better get back (it’s on)
put my life on the line, can’t risk that (i can’t)
he was thirsty for the—, huh, let him sip that
when they mail a check out, it better be in gift wrap (happy)
i had to take time off to show off my technique (uh)
it’s gator season, b*tch, go and wait for the next seat
i hate it when a n*gga act overly obsessed with me
do somethin’ make me feel good (ha, ha, ha, ha), baby, come caress me
[chorus]
hopped out the nissan, switched into the ‘bach
if i take yo’ n*gga, he ain’t never comin’ back
i’ll plead the fifth if he talkin’ about sacks
these forty two shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, feel like a bat
hopped out the nissan, switched into the ‘bach
if i take yo’ n*gga, he ain’t never comin’ back
i’ll plead the fifth if he talkin’ about sacks
these forty two shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, feel like a bat

- lola brooke lyrics

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