Dom Kennedy - Feelin It/k**in It lyrics

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Dom Kennedy - Feelin It/k**in It lyrics

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy] They say, They say, They say They say AH you be k**in it, Dog is you feelin it? Stupid dope lines n***a, Dom is you dealin it? This my rough draft n***a live on that dealer sh** Guess what I'm gone drive when I drive off the dealership Red leather seats, black trim on some Thriller sh** Boppin like a Boss Rick Ross on my k**in sh** (3x) I don't really like you, you just gotta deal with it I can press the line though, you just gotta chill with it Everybody got they own lane till I'm stealin it And everybody got they own chain till I'm stealin it The way I spit gold n***a you could say I'm grillin it Fresh like the prince b**h, you could say I'm Willin it Buyin all expensive sh**, you can say I'm Hillin it Throwin n***as out the house you can say I'm Philin it Getting head in bathrooms, you can say I'm illin it And You could say I'm feelin it You could say I'm k**in it [Hook] They say AH you be k**in it, dog is you feelin it? Stupid dope lines n***a, Dom is you dealin it? Leimert Park n***a on my mom we be k**in it B-S-O-D on my mom we be spillin it If murder was the case I'm like naw b**h I'm innocent Gangsta LA on arm lookin ignorant (3x) [Verse 2: Dom Kennedy] It ain't even ready yet, you could say we mixin it Baby ain't my girlfriend but you could say we kickin it Spit that motivational, I just don't be preachin it I know how to add fool, I just don't be teachin it See me in some foreign sh**, I just won't be leasin it My Dickies lookin good too, I just don't be creasin it Dom in other cities now, b**hes want a piece of it Don't be chasin waterfalls, I just hope she Creepin it Gettin like 25 to life for concealin it And you could say I'm feelin it You could say I'm k**in it [Verse 3: Skotch Davis] Ay Yo, I'mma let these n***as know, I ain't for the dumb sh** Daddy name Vince but, I ain't on that young sh** Ladies love to kick it cause we be on that fun sh** Keep a pair of air max yea I'm tryin to run sh** Talk about flavor uh, you could say I'm margarine Black and Silver Whips, yea you could say we Raided it Yea we did a song together you just said they hated it But they ain't got no choice cause the DJ keep on playin it Rollin with a Kennedy got life lookin differently Linkin with the homie got the West Side feelin me Shuttin down stadiums, you could say we Sheain sh** If you ain't familiar then you could say we Yankee sh** Champion at 26 yea I'm on my Yankee sh** When you out of time yea you could say I'm spankin it You could call me Benjamin, I'm just bein Frank with it I'mma put her a** to bed, you just here to blanket it Ah man, I just gotta be honest man, for that money for that Gwap, for that Peso, for them dividends, for them Euro's for them Pounds, for that Lira, for whatever it is you spendin put that money on ya boy Skiddidididot from the bliddidididock and my man Dom Kennedy from Leimert Park, What's Cool?