J.R. Donato - How It Feel lyrics

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J.R. Donato - How It Feel lyrics

[Intro] Bang, bang, you doin' your thing Tell me how it feel, aye Aye! [Hook: IamSu!] You doin' your thing, man you doin' your thing Tell me how it feel You got Cuban-link chains, you got diamonds in your grill And you always with that gang, you got all your n***as with 'em How it feel, how it feel, can you tell me how it feel? Aye! [Post-Hook: IamSu!] You can tell they ain't checkin' my piss, aye Smokin' most potent weed that exists, HBK gang came to mack your b**h She for sure comin' back with the clique, aye We runnin' numbers like calculus All of my figures be accurate [Verse 1: J.R. Donato] Sippin' on Actavis, n***as can't practice this Got bands where that mattress is These hoes wanna tackle me Shorty wanna know how I do it Grab me a dip and I'm shootin' a movie Two Styrofoams and the signature doobie Gettin' my dough and I'm keepin' it movin' Sip out the pint, I might make me a smoothie It ain't 'bout money, you losin' I put your man where the news be Finish him up with the two-piece Coppin' them J's on the road n***a I skate in them Van's Might put the Bimmer on fours Boy what the f** is you sayin'? Pull up in 'Vettes, back to back and all of 'em tinted Blow some melodic the sh** you ain't seen in a minute Tats on my body I pull up in something that's tinted It's just how I feel, my n***a, this just how I feel Hey [Hook] [Post-Hook] [Verse 2] Go run up the numbers, came with bands in my pocket Tossin' me up with a model, boy why your salad so sloppy? I don't know, that is the gwop One in the head, I won't co*k it He got hit hit up from the corner, he got hit up with it on him We that [?] come in from the back Know that I stay with the sack b**hes got they got a wife and a n***a knows Soon as I come in with the pack I ain't even tryin' to see no centerfolds, b**h I'm just lettin' it stack Sellin' quarters about to pee up in this ho Turn up, ain't tryin' to relax Tell me somethin' is them really hundreds? Oklahoma, I could ball for Thunder Bossin' up I never been a runner Where the money finna [?] do somethin', my n***as is sleezy We doin' our thing We doin' our thing, makin' it look easy We sippin' that drink Might hop up in the Benz or the Range, uhh [Hook] [Post-Hook] [Outro: J.R. Donato] Tell me somethin' is them really hundreds? Oklahoma, I could ball for Thunder Bossin' up I never been a runner Where the money finna [?] do somethin', my n***as is sleezy We doin' our thing We doin' our thing, makin' it look easy We sippin' that drink Might hop up in the Benz or the Range, uhh!