Feel Like Prince Letra - Yung Gravy ft. Lil Keed

(​d.a. got that dope)

Woo, woo, woo

Yeah-yeah (Woah), yeah-yeah (Ayy), yeah-yeah (Ayy, woo, woo)

Oh, yeah-yeah (Ayy)

Ayy (Woo), woo (Woo), ayy, yeah-yeah

Woo (Woo), ayy (Ayy), uh (Ayy)

I feel like I'm Prince when I'm back in Minnesota (Bitch)

Green and red Gucci on me, feeling like the Joker (Woo)

Feel like Chief Keef (Yeah, yeah) when I'm ridin' in a Rover (Ayy, ayy)

I feel like I'm you every time your bitch come over

I'm back in the kitchen (Yeah), shit on you like I'm a pigeon (Yeah)

From my position, I got too many decisions, ayy, ayy

Should I fuck Nina or Tina (Tina), my life like a mission

Smash your bitch, "911, there's been a collision", ayy, ayy

I'm losing my vision (Yeah), wrist just won't stop glistenin'

Let's fuck in the whip, just got the Porsche, I still got it christen (Christen)

Sippin' the wine, getting the bread, feel like a Christian

Bitch, it's Yung Gravy, I got the sauce by definition

Get money, stack bread

Fuck with me 'til I'm dead

Stack cheese, mozzarella

Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas

Yeah, I feel like that motherfuckin' man when I hop out that Rover (When I hop out that Rover)

Yeah, I give her some band, that bitch is a soaker (A soaker)

These fuck boys ain't give me a hand, y'all niggas bogus (Bogus)

I guess that I'm drinkin' Bel Air tonight, I'm out of soda (Haha, let's go, let's go, let's go)

Stood on the corner with lot of you niggas, you enemy now, you ain't never show love (Y'all still ain't showed)

Me and Lil Gotit (Gotit, Gotit), we treatin' niggas like some Maybach curtains, they could never see us (I'm tellin' you)

Turn this shit on every minute of the hour (Minute or hour), it's daily and monthly and yearly with us (Put it on us)

Don't hesitate, just go 'head and pick it, or is you playin', is you really with us? (Bah, bah, bah, bah-bah-bah-bah)

Ayy, I wan' hear gun sounds (Brrt-brrt, brrt-brrt)

I just hear money counters (Beep, beep), I just see buss downs (Buss downs)

Don't sell secrets, bitch (Yeah), I might keep it 'round (Shh)

Sound like trombone (Bah), when that choppa out (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

Get money (Get), stack bread (Slatt, slatt)

Fuck with me (Slime), 'til I'm dead

Stack cheese, mozzarella

Make it rain, make 'em need umbrellas

I got that baseball bat, yeah, I'm feeling like I'm Ness (Like I'm Ness)

Feel like Barry Bonds, running home with that check (Check)

Call that girl Louis V slugger when she wet, yeah (Wet)

I throw that dick, she bounce that ass back, got me blessed

I whip the Tesla with no hands, got this bitch on autopilot

Got your ho givin' top, like she tryna start a riot (Riot)

Fuck a TV show, I got more stripes, my hoes exotic

Got 'em gettin' erotic 'cause my project, but I ain't even dropped it