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g unit – feel good lyrics

[chorus:]
i keep saying i don’t love these hoes
i keep saying i don’t love these hoes (man i don’t love em man)
i keep saying i don’t love these hoes
i keep saying i don’t love these hoes
but she makes me feel good
ma you make me feel good
b-tch you make me feel good
girl you make me feel good
b-tch you make me feel good
ma you make me feel good
b-tch you make me feel good
girl you make me feel good
girl you make me feel good

[verse 1: tony yayo]
my cafali b-tch stay in l.a.
and my prada mama live in b.k.
you know my choloe hoe holds tha 44
buy her a bag she ride it like a rodeo
i miss my fende chick, used to be a wendys b-tch
i had to supersize her now she looking proper
the price of good p-ssy ain’t always worth it
it can make you insane or get your murdered
shorty laying on her back while you blowing trial
so don’t trust a big b-tt and smile
and shorty laying on her back while you blowing trial
so don’t trust a big b-tt and smile
you heard me

[verse 2: 50 cent]
special, i’m a special kinda n-gg-
look at my live baby girl everything’s bigger
the stash is bigger, my cash is bigger
your friends cute, but you for me
you see your -ss is bigger
i’m into bigger things, see me i like bigger sh-t
a n-gg- stunt in front of me, i buy a bigger whip
if beef pop off, i’m letting off a bigger clip
we swallow champaign them n-gg-s taking little sips
i f-cked this white b-tch she said i had a lil d-ck
she had a big p-ssy, real real big kid
i buy big cribs man i fly on big jets
motherf-cker i’m as big as being big gets

[verse 3: lloyd banks]
they say banks i love you, i say i love me too
they throwing em right at me what the f-ck am i pose to do
but turn her to a regular and a couple are over due
when i’m done what i do, i’m dumping her on the crew
and this is everyday, won’t stop til i’m old and grey
i drop in the mia, pop when i’m on my stay, shop than i’m on my way
first cl-ss to the a, i got a show later today
that’s more paper to play, i’m to grown for rookie sh-t
to cold to get p-ssy whip, keep an extra b-tch around in case she want her p-ssy licked
that i’ll never do, that’s inedible, i got something better boo, my pipe game incredible

[verse 4: young buck]
she calls me daddy, carries my luie vuton luggage
frank mulers my wrist and she’s using your money
these round trip flights, dinner at benny hondas
i call em more b-tches than isah thomas, and she love it
them other hoes hate her, plus her head game is better than fantasia
shawty i don’t love you i’m just feeling good
i know i said i’ll buy it, did you really think i would
you know i’m still hood, six o clock jack in the box with your b-tch at the drive thru
you know how i do, so let’s ride boo
we gon see, i’ll be brad pitt you be angelina jolie or jay-z and b

- g unit lyrics

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