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patty honcho - is that the way you feel? (the blaxploitation) lyrics

face plant on the pavement the chalk melt
these feelings are heartfelt
lotta men dying, my mind on the solomon islands
you grieve cause you reach for new car smells
demon or cartel, 5 to 15, got to get clean, lean, he a beast with the barbell
at least a n+gga care, you receiving the large mail
you don’t care bout yourself n+gga, victim of lost h+ll
you don’t care bout yourself, brain body and health
sloppy as well, crash holly how you fight with the molly you’ll prolly k!ll
hе never had a dream of critiquing bugatti wheels
only carеd about the precinct, protection, the shotty peels
talk to god twice a day that’s how he body build
the hobby real, no we can’t wash it off
black mothers drive they don’t call her a soccer mom
black father drive, grab the gun f+ck a baton
the booth talking, it spoke to me it soulfully said honch they waiting the streets need it
something was off, cause i don’t make music just for streets and the booth don’t talk it keep secrets
unless they leak it
y’all be basic, i’m ossie davis
my ocky cadence, not behaving
regretting guap you paying for nominations
why you lip singing?
keep the attitude at home lil n+gga you supposed to let ya b+tch bring it

is that the way you feel
is that the way you feel about me
is that the way you feel
is that the way you feel about me
is that the way you feel
is that the way you feel about me
about me
my attraction it don’t hide
from a small pub all the way to sofi
stadium and my dollars arabian
a radiant feeling that we can say we win
i’m working, i move packs while ya homies wilding
acting like new jack on the smoky mountain
sip from the holy fountain
this sh+t groovy, pat the lord of bouncing
mess with the my money, we at your accountant

bare back on the wet grass, immune to
these n+ggas’ll shoot you
a lot of men dying my mind on galápagos islands
you mad cause the street got rules too
preach to the fools who
gotta get clean, bottles and weed, greed is the tree with the bruised root
you don’t want them to snoop on crip blocks like blues clues
you don’t want them to sh+t on hip hop, like you do
i choose too, beachside while my b+tch play with my braids
you stay outside while a n+gga sage
elevated quarter waters just to hand squeeze lemonade
your hood mentality makes you a slave
i don’t know what’s the sh+t that you was expecting
us knocking down all the doors is a symbol, fluid progression
brutal aggression, i talk for the ones who new to the message
i beg you to run it back, for the ones who didn’t catch it
is that the way you feel
is that the way you feel about me
is that the way you feel
is that the way you feel about me
is that the way you feel
is that the way you feel about me
about me

- patty honcho lyrics

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