Letra de How I'm Feeling - BAK Jay

Big BAK, uh, uh

Ooh, shit

Big BAK, like what the fuck?

Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, nigga robbin' who? Better know this fully tucked (This fully tucked, bitch)

My bitch so bad, she say that Lulu trash

Like, fuck all the bullshit, I'm finna throw some True Religion on her ass (True Religion)

If you say it's fuck me, it's fuck you, that's just how I'm feelin' (That's just how I'm feelin')

I'd advise you tuck your ice 'cause that's what I like when I turn to the Gremlin (Don't get me started)

We could've got away but lil' Cee was just drivin' too slow (Drivin' too slow)

I'm from the city where niggas gon hate, screamin' fuck all the opps, drop a five and a four (Drop a five and a four)

Go to the back, should've locked that door

Off the drank, this my third cup in one day, still want some more (Third cup in one day, want some more)

On the papers but ain't no goofy, still surrounded with the pole (Blrrd, blrrd)

Niggas say they was solid, told (Told)

Tryna get high, tell twin roll (Roll)

Anything get took from me, I ain't on the net, tryna take a soul (Tryna take a soul)

Tryna get shit smacked

I heard you know the nigga that shot your brother and still ain't go get back (Still ain't go get back)

This a KRISS Vect' on my Glock, I don't do regulars, that shit wack (That shit wack)

I'ma slide inside the Durango

He pullin' up to the spot tryna look for his bitch but not knowin' that's the gang ho (Not knowin' that's the gang ho, damn)

Big BAK, like what the fuck?

Nigga talkin' 'bout robbin' me, nigga robbin' who? Better know this fully tucked (This fully tucked, bitch)

My bitch so bad, she say that Lulu trash

Like, fuck all the bullshit, I'm finna throw some True Religion on her ass (True Religion)

If you say it's fuck me, it's fuck you, that's just how I'm feelin' (That's just how I'm feelin')

I'd advise you tuck your ice 'cause that's what I like when I turn to the Gremlin (Don't get me started)

We could've got away but lil' Cee was just drivin' too slow

I'm from the city where niggas gon hate, screamin' fuck all the opps, drop a five and a four (Drop a five and a four)

Ayy, I'm booted up, I'm goin' off hella drugs, that bih retarded

Catch me at the function, I'm outside ski'd up, don't do no party (Don't do no party)

Oh, she gon' think I don't know, I'ma hit it all night and by the morning out the door (I'm talkin' 'bout out it)

Buyin' that bitch some Gucci and Louis not knowin' that ho get around

Plug say he need 'bows and shit, take a trip out of town (Out of town)

Ayy, he just jumped in, don't know no better (Don't know no better)

I spent like ten racks on sweaters

Next trip, catch me at Coachella

Boy, you soft just like a feather

Big BAK

Ayy, damn

Ayy, damn

Hmm, come on

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