lirik lagu hs87 – what a feeling
[verse 1 : hit-boy]
this that pimp sh-t
this sh-t feel like some old late ‘90s type sh-t
the sh-t i grew up on, but i did the beat
say h-llo to the young god of the game, popular name
hb, all i drop is the flame, nah, n-gga we are not in the same boat
car, plane, bus or a stage coach
just a bunch of young n-ggas from the ghetto
now the way they court us is resemblin carmelo
ballin, don perrion, keep chicks crawling, bossing
i ain’t talking dental but n-gga, we stay flossing
hands down, so the crowd keep their hands up
i live in a high rise, that’s why she keep her -ss up
i’m the ghetto black trump, spread the word, spread the word
me and my n-ggas are on now, roger that, federer, never scurred
[hook x2]
what a feeling, ain’t worry about much, just countin these millions
what a feeling, gettin top in the benz, but it ain’t no ceiling
what a feeling, ain’t worry about them n-ggas that’s over there grillin’
cause ya’ll don’t really really want much
y’all don’t really really want much
[verse 2 : price tag]
this for the n-ggas that can’t, never had a rank
but be going hard in the paint
bout it bout it like a no limit tank
that’s a little dame, tell her to come up over here and plank
what a fresh n-gga too addictive like mephamphetamine
these other rappers i’m better than
we’re going somewhere in my leather jeans
coming up mad i never had a dad
ridin’ with my momma with no ac in that cadillac
went from trying get outfits, to youngins to in them house lits
now the money coming like a baseball pitch, fast
n-gga, we all rich
[hook x2]
[verse 3 : kent m$ney]
hundred k on the block
money all the time with a pay on the watch
22s caught an eye, but the funny thing is that i came and i stock
got a raise but i drop, young n-gga move around like i’m posed to
f-ck love, love tell me what that throw do, let a n-gga coach you, then i can’t approach you
my n-ggas knock n-ggas out tyson
your n-ggas, my n-ggas let bygones
my n-ggas make your n-ggas buy guns
from the pump if a n-gga speak with dry lungs
my taste high, this weed loud, i’m ignant, i’m getting it
ringtones can’t imagine this picnic, n-gga keep dreaming i’m feeding that figment
[hook x2]
|verse 4 : oktane]
i ain’t even had to write this, grill on while i rap getting like this
you hear them n-ggas left cl!ck then right cl!ck
runnin’ around, always talking about my clique
see, these n-ggas won’t hold me back
cause these n-ggas won’t hold these racks
tell them broke boy stop it
cause they ain’t gonna stop my profit, no
hit got m’s, i got gs, you will take l’s, cause you are not these
young g’s k!lling everything, n-z-s
last letter k!lled everything not z
that mean a through y is gonna die, while i count up this bread and ride out with price
on the p-ssenger side while your girl sending jpegs
you n-ggas can’t defeat me like fake legs
[hook x2]
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