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feltzpreviews - no love lyrics

f-ck these hoes, all i care about is my swishers
out on road and you know i’m ballin’ with my n-gga’s
have the opps falling like its autumn n-gga
now the feds on the block taking picture’s
we go tough f-ck getting famous
i’ll be doing me, that sh-ts down for the haters
let the haters get me golden
thank god i was chosen
chilling on the bay with my bae, you know what i say
body so perfect and everybody know it
everybody know it tryna be a poet
i ain’t gonna blow it i’m gonna show it
grinding so im tired but i ain’t gonna retire
write my songs in hieroglyphic
new listeners wonder who is this?
she has cabernet in her breath when she talk’s
she got chopped she can barely walk
got nicked couple times shout out my lawyer
if you ever go ill be there for yah
i’m a go getter so i go get it i’m so wit’ it
snapback on my head or its fitted
all about the money till it starts looking funny
and thats word on mummy let me get mill
god willing we dont get ill
cos i dont wanna spend my life swallowing pills
i just wanna chase the mills
and ill be chasing forever
until i get it better
getting sweaty in this sweater
but i’m up like an umbrella
we ryding jugging finessing tonight
b-tch on skype twerking her -ss doin’ it right
pot smokers promote promoter promoters
need a good year for my career i go in it’s all me
i stay real and this pain i don’t feel
cause they say i ain’t got a heart cos they know ill k!ll
i’m older and wiser but to get there i had to be young and stupid
yes was young and probably clueless
then i grew up and realised that ain’t us
but ill rather get money then be famous
i’m just tired of haters
b-tches in my sh-t like they cicadas
b-tches on our d-ck wanna get with us
you dont need to tell me i know you hate us
you can’t duck wit our money you will pay us
if you speak it’ll get peak for a minute
they dont know how
to keep up with feltzyy’s style
got girls rushing to my concerts
i go so hard on my work they repeat my verse
the ratchet stay on me make these f-ckers diddy bop
hit a opp in his top thats a schott
hold up put that sh-t on rewind
okay now we back in time
so hurry up and give me a career
this is music to your ears and you know it

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