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How You Feel by Giezy Corleone Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

[Intro/Hook:]

You ain't gotta ask you know that I'm real
My bitch got ass, you know that it's real
Imma be frank, that's a hunnit dolla bill
If you ain't a hunnit, then fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you
Fuck how you feel



[Verse 1; Joe Moses]

I told her you ain't gotta worry bout' nothin'
But Imma do the numbers on a Tuesday
My whole damn team, we be stuntin'
And we don't really care about loosin'
I bought that rarri' with that d boy money
Bought the rollie off a bitch like I'm pimpin'
Free all my niggas in the muthafuckin' system
Give a nigga the blues like I was crippin'. (what!?)
How many niggas gettin' money gettin' money, gettin' money
I been stuntin I been stuntin', I been stuntin', I been stuntin'
When is war we coming, we coming, we coming
My young niggas carry guns, they gunnin', they gunnin'
Heard you looking for me like, 'how?'
You pussy niggas going outta style
That snitching shit man that shit wild
I threw my rollie in the fuckin crowd, nigga
J.M


[hook:]

You ain't gotta ask you know that I'm real
My bitch got ass, you know that it's real
Imma be frank, that's a hunnit dolla bill
If you ain't a hunnit, then fuck how you feel




[Verse 2: Giezy Corleone]

Young and reckless livin' life, that's how I feel
Imma need the biggest bag so I can sign the deal
I couldn't fuck the bitch, she was off a pill
Bad experiences with that, Imma keep it real
I love a bitch that smoke a blunt and leave an empty glass
Thick thighs, body like an hourglass
Disrespecting me, my brodie hold the steel
Been gettin' money since back when I use to steal
Walkin' outta N.M. hoodie 2 stacks
White cougar bitch askin 'who that?'
Baby where the loot at?
Been gettin' money like 2 way
I keep on me 2 phones
Mom said I been 2 on
What the fuck are you on?!
Tryna break bank
Ain't no handouts nigga, what the fuck you think?
I been pourin' drank since the fuckin' A.M
Fuck the police, even my daughter hate em'. Yuh!


[hook]

You ain't gotta ask you know that I'm real
My bitch got ass, you know that it's real
Imma be frank, that's a hunnit dolla bill
If you ain't a hunnit, then fuck how you feel
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you
Fuck how you feel, fuck how you
Fuck how you feel