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j.r. donato - how it feel lyrics

[intro]
bang, bang, you doin’ your thing
tell me how it feel, aye
aye!

[hook: iamsu!]
you doin’ your thing, man you doin’ your thing
tell me how it feel
you got cuban-link chains, you got diamonds in your grill
and you always with that gang, you got all your n-ggas with ’em
how it feel, how it feel, can you tell me how it feel?
aye!

[post-hook: iamsu!]
you can tell they ain’t checkin’ my p-ss, aye
smokin’ most potent weed that exists, hbk gang came to mack your b-tch
she for sure comin’ back with the clique, aye
we runnin’ numbers like calculus
all of my figures be accurate

[verse 1: j.r. donato]
sippin’ on actavis, n-ggas can’t practice this
got bands where that mattress is
these hoes wanna tackle me
shorty wanna know how i do it
grab me a dip and i’m shootin’ a movie
two styrofoams and the signature doobie
gettin’ my dough and i’m keepin’ it movin’
sip out the pint, i might make me a smoothie
it ain’t ’bout money, you losin’
i put your man where the news be
finish him up with the two-piece
coppin’ them j’s on the road
n-gga i skate in them van’s
might put the bimmer on fours
boy what the f-ck is you sayin’?
pull up in ‘vettes, back to back and all of ’em tinted
blow some melodic the sh-t you ain’t seen in a minute
tats on my body i pull up in something that’s tinted
it’s just how i feel, my n-gga, this just how i feel
hey

[hook] [post-hook]

[verse 2]
go run up the numbers, came with bands in my pocket
tossin’ me up with a model, boy why your salad so sloppy?
i don’t know, that is the gwop
one in the head, i won’t c-ck it
he got hit hit up from the corner, he got hit up with it on him
we that [?] come in from the back
know that i stay with the sack
b-tches got they got a wife and a n-gga knows
soon as i come in with the pack
i ain’t even tryin’ to see no centerfolds, b-tch i’m just lettin’ it stack
sellin’ quarters about to pee up in this ho
turn up, ain’t tryin’ to relax
tell me somethin’ is them really hundreds?
oklahoma, i could ball for thunder
bossin’ up i never been a runner
where the money finna [?] do somethin’, my n-ggas is sleezy
we doin’ our thing
we doin’ our thing, makin’ it look easy
we sippin’ that drink
might hop up in the benz or the range, uhh

[hook] [post-hook]

[outro: j.r. donato]
tell me somethin’ is them really hundreds?
oklahoma, i could ball for thunder
bossin’ up i never been a runner
where the money finna [?] do somethin’, my n-ggas is sleezy
we doin’ our thing
we doin’ our thing, makin’ it look easy
we sippin’ that drink
might hop up in the benz or the range, uhh!

- j r donato lyrics

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