Fuck Yo Feelings

Fuck Yo Feelings Lyrics

(Intro)
Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris
Like f**k ceilin'
Two ounces in my double cup
This sh*t gone kill me
(Hook)
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
(Verse: Game)
Yo, b**ch, I signed my section point, I'm with 'em niggas
Is that Drizzy b**ch?
I'm with Nicki like
And these b**ches be telling their niggas I'm crazy
Don't f**k with that nigga, he went at Jay-Z
And he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze
Erry night I got yo b**ch in my section
I do it at Live and I do it at Toxic
Do it at Supper, I do it at Dream
No we ain't in Houston, but I got that rocket, go
And I'm feeling nice, somebody mixed my pills right
And I'm getting all this $, and its f**ked up Trinidad lost his deal right
No Ceilings! Got the drophead for my children
Dr. Dre just made a billion!
And he sent me to tell all ya niggas man
(Hook)
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
(Verse 2: Chris Brown)
Any b**ch that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get in the grave
Pimping is pimping, I make a commission, they die pussy, pay
My dick like a chopper, I load it then cock it then bust on yo face
We know that ya pussy my nigga, we know that ya ain't catching no fades
Bulletproof windows is tinted, my nigga, while all yo sh*t rented
ya should rent it from me cuz I crash as soon as I spin it
That's why they bring all the b**ches, don't bump the DJ my nigga
Ya really care bout this b**ch, ? dick all up in yo sis
(Hook)
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
(Verse 3: Game)
Started with documents, reincarnated Pac and Big
How do ya think I got yo b**ch? I am 2Pacalypse
Got more winners than Popovich
Yeah, my b**ch will pop a b**ch
Pull up like Skrrrrr, now yo b**ch out 'er skirt
I made 'er twerk, now she selling my work
Started with Hannah Montana hoes
Now I'm f**king all of Nick Cannon hoes
I made 'er go down down, baby
But I don't speak no country grammar tho, I got the antidote
I know some Fu-town niggas that'll bust yo head like cantaloupe
Ya pull out yo camera my cannon blow 2014 Hannibal
Little nigga
(Hook)
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
f**k yo feelins, f**k yo feelins, nigga f**k yo feelins!
(Outr0)
I f**k yo b**ches, f**k yo b**ches
f**k yo niggas, nigga, f**k yo niggas
Soo Woo!