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cyraq - i ain't feelin' you lyrics

[intro: cyraq]
you ain’t really feelin’ me and i ain’t feelin’ you
yuh, square business, you know what i’m sayin’
ebk sh+t, man, you know what i’m sayin’
you know how we comin’, you know what i’m sayin’
you know what it is with us, you know what i’m sayin’
you know we gon’ blow every time
we gon’ shoot first or back
n+ggas dyin’

[chorus: cyraq]
you ain’t really feelin’ me and i ain’t feelin’ you
walk down, stand over, then i’m k!llin’ you
try to wrestle, i’ma show you what this pistol do
like a soda, pick him up, then i’m spillin’ you
who i’ma call when i’m down all the time?
i think about me dyin’ while i frown all the time
i punch a n+gga, i won’t let you creep up on my side
i put that on 300, if we meet up then you dyin’

[verse: cyraq]
hit the crime scene, it’s a whole lotta’ sh+lls
pull up on me with my draco when i check the mail
n+gga swear he a demon, wе gon’ send em straight to h+ll
you ain’t rеally with that sh+t, a real street n+gga could tell
i be on the block like a lego
give me everything, don’t say no
do a drive by, get yo face blown
i was dressed up like a hobo, n+gga case closed
put a 50 on the glock, i been steppin’ on my opps
i’m startin’ wide receiver, i be catchin’ all my opps
i really want him gone, is you ready for the drop?
i’ma send a k!lla’, n+gga, you won’t make it to the cops
i’ma blow a n+gga down, i ain’t tryna wait, i’m tryna smoke a n+gga now
i won’t hesitate, i’ma give him 30 rounds
we was creepin’ on they block, tryna’ put em in the ground
this a glock .19, no extended 5 pound
you ain’t grateful, i never really needed you
you always tryna’ speak on how i treated you
go f+ck with that n+gga opps, see what he will do
i already f+cked so i completed you
you ain’t gotta worry bout me, all i gotta say
i won’t ever hit you up again, ina’ million days
you get mad and hit up opps, i ain’t trust you anyways
out the window, in that alley, me and mozzy and lil tay
[chorus: cyraq]
you ain’t really feelin’ me and i ain’t feelin’ you
walk down, stand over, then i’m k!llin’ you
try to wrestle, i’ma show you what this pistol do
like a soda, pick him up, then i’m spillin’ you
who i’ma call when i’m down all the time?
i think about me dyin’ while i frown all the time
i punch a n+gga, i won’t let you creep up on my side
i put that on 300, if we meet up then you dyin’

[outro:]
meet up then you die, yuh
bullets fly, yuh, everybody die, yuh
b+tch i’m ebk, n+gga
everybody die, yuh, yuh
n+gga everybody cryin’, yuh

- cyraq lyrics

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