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felege – henchmen lyrics

[intro: felege]
how do i turn off the metronome?
it’s off, baby

[verse 1: felege]
down from right side
black man that’s so perplexing
brighter h.e. white tide
my mama she be flexin’

me and 44 mad tight
bring them over, they hating on my side
come to my hood, no need to find my
kin they chillin, my swagger is lopside

wop, wop, wop, wop, wop there it goes
come take a spin on my merry-gos
flow taste good (mmm) just had dose
look at your crew, boy what are those

no doubt, sold out
my boys be trippin’
you fake out, you sell out
best be tippin’
ah gaga ah goo-goo
you baby sippin’
you baby sippin’

[verse 2: warner meadows]
lil’ baby i need you to listen cause you do not have my attention
i be chillin’ with my henchmen
so used to politickin’ like we politicians that we formed a convention
new edition with a little bit of condescension
approach with caution, apprehension
actually on second thought, the crew that i got, would bring you back to first declension
pick up the pieces, dust off ya knees, cause jesus, peep it, the money’s increasing
we’ve been up in the gym every season
seizin’ the money without even speakin’
just tryna keep my head above the water
feelin’ federal like i was hoover shouts out to nevada (yea)

[verse 3: ezé]
but i been drowning in compliments
all these trump chumps around me catch the drift and play politics
when i’m on, they surround me
pucker up in astonishment
but when bread disappear, birds fly no acknowledgement
so i drop them all and
spar-tan all my foes right off my c-ck
and all these kd’s want that rock
but only kobe’s get that spot
and ain’t no floaties on my yacht
it’s ride or die, we all gon’ flop
my negroes royal on that block
it’s only loyals on my squa-squa-
squa!! watch out
little boy you cannot shake my hand no
you were not there when i was a fan tho
now i got fans of mine, you a sandal
floppin on me, now it’s poppin on me
you was down to ride the wave, now you floating in the sea
i be sippin on the tea (jheeze)
whole crew plottin, them henchmen
and we eatin good like frenchmen
bow ya head, time for repentance
they been down for me since freshman
rock johnson how we flexin
y’all gettin pressed no questions
y’all gettin pressed no questions
y’all gettin pressed no questions
give you that sign language
waving goodbye language
i keep my focus all up in the sky language
quit calling me shy language
i am just quiet but still have you speaking i my language (yea yea)
i am just quiet but still have you speaking in my language
and i, and i, and i…skrrrt

[bridge: warner meadows]
in my bloodline
in my bloodline
in my bloodline
in my bloodline

[verse 4: felege]
have a n-gg- really thinking that he really on snow
while i’m shimmy shimmy shakin till my shoulders un-froze
you itty piggy backin to my sound on bose
see, my ribs empty tatted with my god’s logo

while i keep running tracks cause they running tracks on me
lemons in my avion, i’m getting real boujee
and they not m-s-ch-sts but i got twisted homies
sardine dinners turn into a five star sushi

oh my… how we do that?

[verse 5: warner meadows]
i’m not surprised that you didn’t know
all i’m saying is that when duty calls
me and my crew we pick up the phone
we ain’t c-cky we just war ready cause the road is rocky no stallone
i’m not saying you need gl-sses, my g, but you better be watching the throne
boiling up, we finna erupt, you cannot handle us
weave and duck, better move your feet or catch this uppercut

[verse 6: felege]
muah muah
better pucker up and kiss my upper b-tt
rabies from my dogs biting my style to get a cut

arrf, arrf, arrf, arrf
arrf, arrf, arrf, awooooowh

- felege lyrics

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