dadanny - can’t feel my self edit lyrics
f+ck how they’re talkin’, we’re poppin’ this sh+t right now, yeah, huh+huh
uh, i’m off the za and the wock, can’t feel myself, oh, yeah+yeah
uh, she’s a trendin’ topic so i’m tryna pipe, oh, yeah+yeah
ooh, hit it one time, then i’m out, hit it one time, then you’re out
in the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, i’m throwin’ that bih like a quarterback
standin’ in the field, holdin’ a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
stood in the field, holdin’ me a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
i’m feelin’ like joe or somethin’ like terror squad, we’re blowin’ somethin’ (hah)
she poppin’ them 30s, thinkin’ they’re workin’, but they ain’t doin’ nothin’ (whoo)
she doin’ ozempic, tryna be different, tryna be a newer woman (nah)
that sh+t a look iffy, need a thicky, need her to move somethin’ (iffy)
like improve somethin’, just don’t you remove nothin’
crib like a zoo, jumpin’, we got reggaeton bumpin’
i need me two cummin’, double+double, quick drummond (it’s lit)
i keep a full drum and never know what fool’s comin’
in the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, i’m throwin’ that bih like a quarterback
standin’ in the field, holdin’ a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
stood in the field, holdin’ me a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback (yeah)
f+ck how they’re talkin’, we’re poppin’ this sh+t right now, yeah, huh, huh
uh, i’m off the za and the wock, can’t feel myself, oh, yeah+yeah
uh, she’s a trendin’ topic so i’m tryna pipe, oh, yeah+yeah
ooh, hit it one time, then i’m out, hit it one time, then you’re out
like improve somethin’, just don’t you remove nothin’
crib like a zoo, jumpin’, we got reggaeton bumpin’
i need me two cummin’, double+double, quick drummond (it’s lit)
i keep a full drum and never know what fool’s comin’
in the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, i’m throwin’ that bih like a quarterback
standin’ in the field, holdin’ a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
stood in the field, holdin’ me a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback (yeah)
i’ve been lookin’ at the sun, but can’t worry
i’m my mama oldest son, can’t get buried
i got stripes in these streets like burberry
i remember i ain’t make a three, now i’m curry
i might pop a f+ck, n+gga, yeah, like a wheelie, yeah
i’m used to the murder, i’m from philly
money man, my money rubber bandin’, sh+t get silly
in the penthouse playin’ with a hundred like, whoa
big old bag like, whoa
get that cash like, whoa
snakes in the grass, got mowed
everything i say gon’ go
platinum rollie, no gold
f+ck my girl fast and slow
you know how life goes
uh, f+ck all these b+tches and bops, all of these hoes are hot
ooh, i’m walkin’ around with a lot
pockets is filled with them knots (ayy, f+ck the internet, haha)
b+tches just be b+tches, i don’t give a f+ck ’bout much
i think i need me a ice spice, yeah, i want me a munch
in the middle of the field, throw me a bomb, i’m throwin’ that bih like a quarterback
standin’ in the field, holdin’ a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
stood in the field, holdin’ me a bomb, throwin’ that ho like a quarterback
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