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lew sid - how you feelin' ? lyrics

-crowd hype/chatter-

[verse 1 – lew sid]

feelin’ like 1st day of school
new shirt new hat new bag new shoes
ouh
feelin’ like 1st day of school tell my old chick move imma need new boo’s
ouh
feelin like i just can’t lose , cuz i’m way too smooth i arrive they choose
ouh
it’s a new year new rules , got me switchin up the game imma need new moves
like
in & out , cross
pump fake wit the j then toss
the alley oop to my dawg wit the sauce
i ran d to ya broad no moss
gum bottoms on the shoes no floss
lil ice on the jewels no frost
i only want winners on this side
you know i can’t take no loss , hol’ up
feelin like the man to-day, imma make new trends set a fresh new wave
aye
i ain’t spend 300 on j’s but my kicks still flames gotta fresh new fade
hey
dudes throw my crew shade but the pretties of the opposite s-x do wave
aye
the reason they ain’t giving you play off top you fake like a fresh toupee

-crowd hype/chatter-

[verse 2 – jade josephine]

feeling like i just came home
homie let me get the jag, sit my -ss on the throne
oh
been worth the weight solid gold, only deal with real kings, tell the fake adios
oh
known to flip it like circus soleil
rebel without a cause, feel like lisa bonet
okay
i serve it, eat it, slay
every time k!ll it, i deserve more praise
like amen, l’chaim
spitting holy scriptures so divine
put the pedal to the metal, let it grind
throw sun instead of shade, let me shine
too lit
verse from my two lips, too sick//on your grave, oh you guessed it, tulips ooh sh-t
whole squad, whole crew lit
whatever i choose to do, supersedes the myths
this here is upper echelon cosby sweater on
don’t need pills to put all that pressure on
look who next, we on there
cl-ssic, yea she so claire uh
upper echelon cosby sweater on
don’t need pills to put all that pressure on
look who next, we on there
cl-ssic, man she so claire
swear

-crowd hype/chatter-

[verse 3 – intalek]

feeling like bill in a fit
no pill in her drink but she’s willing to strip…
feeling like bill when i dip
in her pudding, said she wouldn’t but the thrill got her lit…
i put her on camera she went..
lets just say she can dance on a stick…
i made a little copy of the flick
and i played it back for her and her friends in the whip
a cup of henny on ice, no straw
alligator print on the sneaks, no flaw
pony up the hair baby girl you’re a doll
all them snap chat pics got a n-gg- tryna call
like 9-11, find a reverand
that booty need a verse out the new testament
god, it’s heaven, all slight, gift of gab…
plus more, you know lek just a different man
feeling like f-ck how you feeling like
i’ll never fall back but the car ceiling might
finna raise the bar like a wheelie’d bike
sh-t, you ain’t gotta try when you really hype…
running with the jewels when i k!ll a mic
walking coupon, so i get the dealer price
intalek, gods gift, theodore ..
alfy gang, ati, either or…

- lew sid lyrics

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