dthang - i gotta feeling lyrics
[intro: dthang]
rpt (grrah)
4sev’+4sev’ (grrah+grrah) (grrah+grrah, grrah+grrah, boom)
ayy, y to the gz, gz to the sky, never put an o before my y (might not never)
even my abuela know that
[verse 1: dthang]
let’s go (let’s go), we take a trip to the opps (we take a what?)
tryna bury them n+ggas who diss on my block (get that n+gga)
no way, we be sendin’ them shots, like, it’s okay
fell in love with my knock (like, what?)
bro get a check, we ain’t showin’ our opps (get that n+gga)
she want me to eat her, but move like a thot (like, what, like, how?)
red flags, i be puttin’ a lot (red flags)
bro get a check, we ain’t showin’ our opps (get that n+gga)
she want me to eat her, but move like a thot (like, how?)
red flags, i be puttin’ a lot (red flag, red flag)
red flags, i be puttin’ a lot (red flag, red flag)
[chorus: dthang & will.i.am]
it’s a good night (woo+hoo)
in l.a., smokin’ opps, it’s a good life
reminiscin’ how we took boy good life
you act right, i might put you on a good flight
it’s a good night (gang, gang, gang, woo+hoo)
in l.a., smokin’ opps, it’s a good life
reminiscin’ how we took boy good life
you act right, i might put you on a good flight
[verse: kay flock]
i’m tryna slide in a stoley
let him run, i’ma get wit’ his brodie
don’t need a show, i can do this sh+t doley
f+ck if i’m rich, i’ma still take his rolly
r.i.p naz, yeah, i blaze for the crodey
he get got, he get k!lled what he owe me
he get shot, give a f+ck what he told me
shoot like i’m curry, yeah, i know they can’t hold me
grrah, grrah, grrah+grrah, grrah+grrah
xd wit’ a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won’t miss
let him run, he get left like he rick
bullets burn him, watch him twitch
f+ck a cab, he got left in a lyft, how y’all all linkin’ up for a hit?
and the dub’s to the t’z to my d+ck
i’m tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
tryna hit a goofy in his sh+t
one got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a b+tch
i was praying the dumb n+gga slipped
i’m tryna slide in a stoley
let him run, i’ma get wit’ his brodie
don’t need a show, i can do this sh+t doley
f+ck if i’m rich, i’ma still take his rolly
r.i.p naz, yeah, i blaze for the crodey
he get got, he get k!lled what he owe me
he get shot, give a f+ck what he told me
shoot like i’m curry, yeah, i know they can’t hold me
grrah, grrah, grrah+grrah, grrah+grrah
xd wit’ a stick, attached to the beam, so i know i won’t miss
let him run, he get left like he rick
bullets burn him, watch him twitch
f+ck a cab, he got left in a lyft, how y’all all linkin’ up for a hit?
and the dub’s to the t’z to my d+ck
i’m tryna spin through, and hang out the whip
tryna hit a goofy in his sh+t
one got hit in his back and he tripped and the other one almost went out like a b+tch
i was praying the dumb n+gga slipped
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