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l.t. - how i feel {prod. millie jet lyrics

verse 1: last time i was in a relationship i was introduced to family members, but i don’t do relationships no more so i ain’t trying to meet the parents do i look like ben stiller
i went with a n-gga baby mama at first everyday my d-ck was her meal, but den all of a sudden every time i wanted my d-ck ate; she had her ex to see i’m talking bd not no d-mn pills
i remember i caught her cheating; she tried to have a conversation, point didn’t get across in time “8 second violation”
life is a test but that ain’t why these hoes cheat, a lot of sl-ts in this world even vegetarian hoes wanna eat yo meat
i know a white b-tch named courtney that will do the whole black team, i don’t be on dat bullsh-t; f-ck her den i don’t no her leave that sh-t to joakim
that’s millie b-tch i’m finna steel her; guider her when she sucking me up; never be a mike tomlin but i’m the head coach n-gga
in the bed with a trick yay that’s where the magic done, i’n my younger days i had grown b-tches looking at me that’s adult vision
finna tell another b-tch to get naked, go to my morning b-tch; she wake up and get on her knees like a matin

hook: she left me when i told her that i loved her, sh-t is getting real and these hoes den f-cked me over
i never got to many of i love you 2’s, f-ck it f-ck it you know cash rules
sh-t is getting real, sh-t is getting real ho
sh-t is getting real: holy sh-t, thats how feel, x2

heart got broke now i’m focused on money, cause these hoes wanna give out more head than the university
money talks and it never gets tongue twisted, yo chick wrap her la lengua around my d-ck i guess she tongue twisted
finna get r-t-rded money; ain’t talking bout no crazy check, but i’m still in and out of hoes like stanley yelnats
i like my b-tches thick but i like my money thicker, i f-ck with a white b-tch she bet not ever call me her n-gga
not because it racist; only cause i’m single with a bunch of b-tches, my white b-tch like b-tches; if i add my b-tches and she add her b-tches we would have an equal amount of b-tches
i need brain i feel like a neurologist; on my 2 pac sh-t i get around more than foward messeges
almost fell in love again but a weight has been lifted; i bench pressed that sh-t, i told my ex i still got a thang for you; no feelings i’m talking about this d-ck

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