(Intro)
Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris
Like f** ceilin'
Two ounces in my double cup
This sh** gone k** me
(Hook)
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
(Verse: Game)
Yo, b**h, I signed my section point, I'm with 'em n***as
Is that Drizzy b**h?
I'm with Nicki like
And these b**hes be telling their n***as I'm crazy
Don't f** with that n***a, he went at Jay-Z
And he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze
Erry night I got yo b**h in my section
I do it at Live and I do it at Toxic
Do it at Supper, I do it at Dream
No we ain't in Houston, but I got that rocket, go
And I'm feeling nice, somebody mixed my pills right
And I'm getting all this $, and its f**ed up Trinidad lost his deal right
No Ceilings! Got the drophead for my children
Dr. Dre just made a billion!
And he sent me to tell all ya n***as man
(Hook)
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
(Verse 2: Chris Brown)
Any b**h that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get in the grave
Pimping is pimping, I make a commission, they die p**y, pay
My dick like a chopper, I load it then co*k it then bust on yo face
We know that ya p**y my n***a, we know that ya ain't catching no fades
Bulletproof windows is tinted, my n***a, while all yo sh** rented
ya should rent it from me cuz I crash as soon as I spin it
That's why they bring all the b**hes, don't bump the DJ my n***a
Ya really care bout this b**h, ? dick all up in yo sis
(Hook)
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
(Verse 3: Game)
Started with documents, reincarnated Pac and Big
How do ya think I got yo b**h? I am 2Pacalypse
Got more winners than Popovich
Yeah, my b**h will pop a b**h
Pull up like Skrrrrr, now yo b**h out 'er skirt
I made 'er twerk, now she selling my work
Started with Hannah Montana hoes
Now I'm f**ing all of Nick Cannon hoes
I made 'er go down down, baby
But I don't speak no country grammar tho, I got the antidote
I know some Fu-town n***as that'll bust yo head like cantaloupe
Ya pull out yo camera my cannon blow 2014 Hannibal
Little n***a
(Hook)
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
f** yo feelins, f** yo feelins, n***a f** yo feelins!
(Outr0)
I f** yo b**hes, f** yo b**hes
f** yo n***as, n***a, f** yo n***as
Soo Woo!