Exotic Swisha - f** Ya Feelings lyrics

[Verse 1: D. Smiley] Long ago I thought these lames would have got the f**ing message All that politicking's pointless, you question it's f**ing you then I just hope you understand I'm going to live that life I've dreamed about Main chick by my side, naked maids cleaning up our dream house But the story continues I'm trying to live off these shows Rocking other major cities, first thing I needs the best douj Ain't worried bout a lot of groupie girls, everywhere I'm at I'm with kinfolk And getting caught up in some drama leads to loss of love and going broke Neither is option I stay needing that support From the ones I love and trust and so rents in first of the month Patience is a b**h when n***as get pampered by other n***as And all that other n***a wants is to be the one running n***as I spit my game, talk my sh**, hit the booth, make a hit And let it be known that you ain't f**ing with my clique Man I spit my game, talk my sh**, hit the booth, make a hit Ain't worried bout y'all, just MacBroadz family and getting paper b**h [Hook: D. Smiley] A lot cats be hating On the shine we be getting But instead of that why don't just gon' and roll with us (naw) Last thing we needs around a whole bunch of phonies Trying to play us for nothing Hate the at the looks we getting, f** ya feelings A lot cats be hating On the shine we be getting But instead of that why don't just gon' and roll with us (naw) Last thing we needs around a whole bunch of phonies Trying to play us for nothing Hate the at the looks we getting, f** ya feelings [Verse 2: Rick Blaine] n***a f** yo feelings, n***a f** yo thoughts Yall to blame for me acting up, its yalls fault See us getting on, oh, now they want to talk Hell naw we ain't smoking out, get lost I started from the bottom, no really, like for real Give me a year and half and I bet I seal a deal I see them in they feelings, look like they want to squeal That drink got them singing, singing like they seal Mean mugs, dirty looks, performance got them shook Taking these lames to school but they never read they books They want to bite my style, they want to watch me They want to hold me back, they trying to block me But I'm on offense, runningback, I run it back Mention me on twitter, bro, but watch who you coming at I'm out the box, jack Call me the bread winner n***a this that golden child, n***a this that rightful sinner Swang [Hook]