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[feltz]

feels like its feltz vs the world
thinking do i make my parents proud
if your not up put your face in the ground
shovel in the dirt build your bed for now

money is the only thing i want
you can get underlined like my font
doing stunts with mic like i’m james bond
make you dissapear p-ssy no wond

your b-tch want top me up like phone credit
if you want beef ill send you a cow and tell my dogs dead it
this ain’t halloween but ill still egg it
smoke to much weed sometimes i dread it

hoping that my bad b-tch ain’t mad
does it for the uk i’m holding up the flag
skateboard and some skater swag
f-ck about your get disconnect no lag

f-ck the beat so much i’m about c-m
p-ssy so tight like virgin nun
beat the b-tch up no snares and drums
then i add the money and work the sums

man i know you can hear my sound
r.i.p to my boys under the ground
you can get lost and not found
throw away the dolla give me a pound

beat that p-ssy leave it with craters
i ain’t skater but your see me with skaters
two times to all of my haters
i’m a boss they know about my status

first of all i don’t love these hoes
red light ill tell you when to go
smoke on the dust like i blow
my flow addicted like banana calpol

only -ssociate with the real ladies
pour liquid on them like gravy
no razor bumps when she a shavy
m m m p-ssy so tasty

p-ssy p-ssy p-ssy give me that p-ssy
p-ssy taste good i call it goody
red hat red top red hoody
eat her. for brekfast lunch dinner and puddin

money money money give me that money
f-ck with the money ain’t nothing funny
you can see the bright light ain’t nothing sunny
i can get you jobs if your hungary

weed weed give me that weed
kush cheese and amnese
bubblegum white widow and cali
man i say light bud over heavy

man i’m addictive like codeine
thinking they own but they can’t own me
i done it on my own on my lonely
if mess up were take your co-d

and my weed strong like morphine
ill have one crackhead shoot at your whole team
give a rock if comes back clean
tell him to bring me back one of there dreams

if he don’t succed he be in the water like sardines
then ill have the whole army marching
watch how your talking or dogs barking
have team on the pitch like were marking

hungary belly like fasting
gotta put work in cos i’m graphing
ill put you to the side like a margin
i’m private property there’s no parking

with your b-tch and i got her starkers
i’m ahead of the game i’m barkers
with some markmans but we call them markers
i’m a blow up get ready till i blasters

going up in sp-ce i’m a rocket
she wants the pipe in her socket
tryna get fat stacks in my pocket
weed sharp like a sprocket

i’ve got time to waste my flow i clock it
the block is hot but it ain’t tropic
make me a trending topic
i can see my haters: telescopic

versache versache sometimes i rock it
i’m always stable you can’t knock it
you got gun but would you pop it?
you can’t walk your talk so stop it

reload on a brick and chop it
air force ones: ill cop it
stab in your leg: you ain’t bopping
got that dottie on your noggin

make you run p-ssy no jogging
your b-tch wanna talk tounges but we ain’t snogging
give me the weed stop hogging
can’t move in my town its clogging

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