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cijanai - that’s how i feel lyrics

[hook]
30 inch matching my shoes, and that gotta match with my bag
if i walk in the room wit yo n+gga, know you ain’t getting him back
if i ain’t in atlanta, then im overseas, you already know where i’m at
i play this song when i look in the mirror, you know how im ready to act
that’s how i feel

[verse 1]
still running with the same friends i been hanging round since i was f+ckin five
any hitta talking down on me bout some wack p+ssy, know he really lied
if i call ya n+gga, on the second ring, he gon pick it up, it ain’t no decline
run up on her, take her cap off, make her brain splatter, that’s a open mind
been closing deals, been eating good, hitta go spark up a blunt
these b+tches be claiming that somebody know em and thеn gotta walk through the front
look, you a joke
and girly i ain’t laughing with you
like sеriously? b+tch is you mental?
i could go cop a ferrari tmrw while hittas is fanning me, riding in rentals
oh, is you crying? so what, you need tissue?
i don’t give a f+ck, so let me continue
that’s how i feel, girl you wanna go bark on the net but for music, can’t pick up a pencil
she be in the studio, blank
sucking and f+cking for beats and some of that dank
she checking but ain’t on my rank
ain’t no savings cause i am the bank
[hook]

[verse 2]
hood b+tch with expensive taste, eat hibachi inside of my tesla
they only heard i get buck wit the beef, cause they know that a n+gga would never
main n+gga can’t even get a side chick
on the gram, i dare a hoe to try it
with a face so pretty and an ass so fat, if the n+gga say no, he lying
he want the cat like doja
you ain’t spending, i ain’t coming over
i made him pay for my rover
then dip, i ain’t dealing with closure
i got these rappers here thinking they f+cking with me
know some hittas off peek that’s gon clutch it for free
if you ugly, then b+tch you ain’t running with me
i do what i want, they ain’t cuffing the queen
glock on me, that’s cause i stay wit a shooter
i’m speeding through traffic, i can’t do the ubers
turn yo girl up like it’s lollapalooza
he ain’t getting racks, that lil n+gga a loser
so out of the way, man you can’t even choose her
titties on fleek, like a b+tch work at hooters
swap wit yo homie, the other one cuter

[hook]

- cijanai lyrics

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