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young abdulleh - no feelings lyrics

[intro]
woo, woo, woo, woo
certified f+ckboy, ain’t talking ’bout feelings

[chorus]
488 ferrari, got no ceiling
merrill lynch, set for life, i got 5 million
bored ape yacht club, wasn’t drug dealing
certified f+ckboy, ain’t talking ’bout feelings
chopping off the top, yeah i got no ceiling
[verse 1]
smoking that donkey pack, richard mille sit on my wrist
explained to you multiple times, you ain’t getting the gist
7.2 on the richard
getting so p+ssed off and triggered
sitting on benches, you injured
got ice on my neck like a blizzard
rocking 19 like i’m deebo
busdown my watch, it’s subzero
throwing up threes like i’m herro

[chorus]
488 ferrari, got no ceiling
merrill lynch, set for life, i got 5 million
borеd ape yacht club, wasn’t drug dealing
certifiеd f+ckboy, ain’t talking ’bout feelings
chopping off the top, yeah i got no ceiling

[verse 2]
busdown audemars piguet on my wrist
throwing up my hands when i f+ck a n+gga b+tch
why the f+ck you chirping, you be talking like skip
got a sore throat from sucking too much d+ck
feel like stephen curry, i got shooters out the whip
my ex b+tch, i don’t want her, i’ll just dump her in the garbage
pumping gas like every week, commuting to the office
trapping in the dojo, yeah i feel like collin ogden
take a f+ckin’ edible, i’m going so r+t+rded
[bridge]
take you to valley fair, spend my whole check on this prada
pockets on swole, yeah i feel like i’m austin estrada
f+ckin’ the b+tch with no trojan ’cause i am from sparta
come back around in full circle when i serve this karma

[verse 3]
serving out bread, coming straight from the pavement
double park lambs on the street, yeah we skating
what happens in vegas don’t come outta vegas
tried to indict me for false accusations
dropping a pill in my drank then i fainted
ain’t my boo thang, yeah you just an acquaintance
saw my momma in a coma, f+ckin’ devastating
looking at my past decisions got me meditating
brick and timber housing got me making renovations
taking shots of henny got me f+ckin’ celebrating
you don’t know the story, why the f+ck you speculating
you’s a f+ckin’ baby, get your weight up, yeah you little
ak+47 on me, pop ’em like a pimple
i’m a savant like malcolm in the middle
push you out my way like f+ckin’ george kittle

- young abdulleh lyrics

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