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Can U Feel Me Baby - текст песни



Can U Feel Me Baby


My peoples is watching you, watching me


Lots of envy and hate is what it got to be


I heard you tryin' to destroy my whole monopoly


But if I take it to your face, you 'gon cop a plea


I know it, but it's cool, I know to watch you close


And if it comes to extremes I always got my toast


But you don't know that I know that you's a evil nigga


Cuz I'm laughin' and frontin' like I believe you, nigga


You be thinkin' you fresh in your Moschino wear


And if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be nowhere


Huh, even ya crew knows you just too soft


I'm just waitin' for the right time to cut you off, for real


So keep thinkin' forever you'll be down


But if you know this 'bout you, you betta kill me now


I'm sayin' 50 percent of my niggaz think it's them


And if you think it ain't you, you betta think again


Uh...








Niggaz I stole with


Niggaz that hold shit


Niggaz that blow chicks, can you feel me baby?


(When you inside me Pretty)


Can I trust you baby?


(I never lie Pretty)


Plus you stay jiggy


(You keep me fly Pretty)


And I'mma treat you like my fifth on my side baby


And I'mma take you on some trips to the sky baby


And no matter what we do (ya know ya mine baby)








If it ain't my dogs, I ain't fuckin' with 'em, shit


Bitches ain't my crew? I ain't fuckin' with 'em


Think I trust ya'll canivin' bitches, starvin' bitches


Always got ya eyes on my wrist-ass bitches


Think cuz a bitch rap I won't lay out bitches


Down with the 4 pound, and spray out bitches


Everything ain't rap, ya'll is some snake-ass bitches


I ain't playin' with all ya'll hoes, OK, ya'll bitches?


Swing back through the hood, got the game back


Niggaz front the bodega, yellin' "Fox get ya name back, baby"


Brooklyn nigga, bet our stash you


Young chicks ballers since tailors and Lee patches, 'member that?


Quarter juices, 3 quarter buy my gooses


Two finger rings with ya two-tone jeans, frontin' like it's nuthin'


When everybody was born, now ya hold's fallin'


And wanna knock 'me for mines














Uh, now I wonda, am I at my peak?


Is it just a dream or are they really after me?


Is it real? You never know what lies ahead of you


I'm kinda young but my heart beats irregular


What do I do? Do I sit here and die slow?


They tried to kill me mixin' angeldust and hydro'


My eyes closed, what I'm sayin' must be sinkin' in


And if it didn't nigga, take ya time and think again


Uh...



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