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feltz artist - before i'm back (*) lyrics

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(feltz)

ok, let me go dog on this beat
if i’m a dog i got your girl of her feet
munch on her just like a feast
they say i’m a freak, but i’m a f-cking beast

f-ck it, give me the pee’s and the piece
ok i’m out for the gee’s and the key’s
it be bang bang to the nits and the flies
you can get stung if you f-ck with my b’s

and the b is b-ttzy
nothing round here is lovely
she wants to f-ck, i call it a f-ckery
she blows herself up, misery loves company

huuh they wanna f-ck with my team
what are they gunning g?
im sick of the cream
but it keeps coming in

i’ve got the dottie to your beam
for you to breath your be struggling
you got soldiers well mine are doubling
double barrel aka the crazy twin

twin turbo like i’m doubling
double blunt, double girls, i’m f-cking em
in f-cking em, can’t get enough of em
there’ so much of em, i think i’m stuck with em

if i’m stuck with em, theres no love for em
cos ill duck out straight after f-cking em
then i plant my nut in them
in my palace just like buckingham

i ain’t the feds, but i’m cuffing em
i ain’t gambling, but i’m bluffing em
if there p-ssy juicy, i’m sucking em
my minds so sharp, i turn, i’m cutting em

get the food, then i’m juggling
from a young age, i’ve been hustling
skinny boy, but i bring the muscle in
my whole team you can’t f-ck with em

then i kilt this till its over
her toung numb like she’s on the nova
we f-ck on, the table, bath and sofa
thats a hatrick dawg, call me zola

im in her throat, like coco-cola
trapping of, the motorola
we keep it nike, you boys are gola
we live the high life, you boys are living lower

i’ve got the power, smoking on the f-cking loud
i swear im so high, i’m f-cking with the clouds
and how, can you talk sh-t, to diareah?
welcome to the sewer town

i tell em bb over iphone, cos i think siri the feds
and when i get my food, i get a top up i got cred
my bars will cost you an arm and a leg
we smoke weed everyday, but instead we tell em swed

we got clips and the hair clipper
so come and get your hair cut
if you got bits i want a picture
if its nice ill give it a bear hug

i’m a skinny boy that don’t mean sh-t
cos ill call my boy he’ll pop your lip
bring an army, were bring sticks
u got bb’s were fully clipped

kick your legs then your on a fully trip
hold tight psycho, the mic’s what we rip
revs came to my b-day got drunk he was sick
but we party till theres no more sh-t

then we take a walk to the shops
still can’t trust the cops
i wouldn’t walk through my blocks
the whole army got sh-t on lock

smashing out these beats
feed me rappers like kapeesh
i’m hungary for the eats
your remember me, at the death of me

death of me i was born dead
and if you see me ill be dressed in all red
been dangling of the edge
but i didn’t take that step

have to shout out sanjay
she says she loves she’s on mandy
she wants the rapper not the candy
man sometimes these hoes are handy

there so handy they love that head
but i just love the chef
i am sick, i need all the meds
i’m at a low but i ain’t depressed

wheres the spliff let me hit the runway
i ain’t a k!ller but i love gunplay
you boys are just a bunch of sh-t stains
we run laps your in the pit lane

were on the pitch your on the bench
you boys talk sh-t, just a bad stench
she rubs my back, when it feels tense
she got 5 things, i called it sense

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