Feel Me Lyrics

FEEL ME
[Intro]
Feel me
You can't walk in my shoes even if you buy a pair
Know what am saying
Feel me
(Verse 1)
Yeah! l can imagine if I was the only me
With all my plans in my mind I am a ballatician
Thinking one day I gotta do what I want when I wish
Driving big cars, big system, rims spinning
Rolling in the bullet proof call it hummer
Duffle bag on the dash board, guns too in the porch
Big chains on the neck, my clothes to dress
I'm rowdying the rowdy wadup nigga
In no time I gotta be a customer to Louis Vuilton
Having them hookers on the jet I gotta screw
This time l land on the Island l gotta freak
If I was the only me I gotta own villas
If I was the only me I gotta shit on the yacht
I dig in my own pockets nigga I rep the hood
Tell them haters if they envy I swag
Pussying them hoes til l shovel the shit
I am stunky stupid that's how players gotta do
All my homies think big and do bigger
All my enemies hate small and love bigger
Toys rappers and baby rappers in the hood feel my shit
(Chorus)
The niggas start poppin', the club start rockin'
The DJ start spinnin', the pants get the droppin'
The lights gettin' blue, the haters start watchin'
Uuh you gotta feel me, Uuh you gotta feel me

FEEL ME

(Verse 2)
Away from self praise you gotta see for yourself
Gotta beat the drums niggas wanna dance to my tune
You nodding your head nigga I wanna spark your brains
Thanks to my born day for being a peaceful day
Unlike 9/11 it was 16/11/82 homie I was connected to the world
You feel me like you feel thirsty
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You feel me like you feel angry
You feel me like you feel sexy
Hear, l need no miracle, I wanna be tactic
I wanna solve the puzzle, I gotta play tricks
I don't need to be criminal to get the glock on the stashes
Make money and get rich homie money speaks
Think of a ho doing you sucky-sucky in the jet
Think of buying a football team that's money
The war in Iraq doesn't end that's money
Michael Jackson changed the colour that's paper
Getting so fly my paper get stuck, I boiii
(Chorus)
The niggas start poppin', the club start rockin'
The DJ start spinnin', the pants get the droppin'
The lights gettin' blue, the haters start watchin'
Uuh you gotta feel me, Uuh you gotta feel me

FEEL ME

(Verse 3)
Big plans the road so rough still them l gotta soldier on
The doctor told me to be patient but l won't homie
From East to Stone the tourist capital, I gotta fly for money
Back from Lsk to Copperbelt, I will make it rain
Addicted to the money like crack, I'm a paper chaser
Shit that turf, l 'm puffin that smurf
Killing the tracks like Aids, so niggas wanna get infected
Finger on the trigger, gotta blast them haters with clips, fast as fast'll spit
Gotta button up your face and grip you like dope
Every holla at the G cashes back the ton
That's how niggas trap money cause they aint like Somali pirates who demand for ransoms
Models and bottles around bringing revenue for the authority they reach beyond target
I keep it on my plans and you might just bump into a few of my plans
I aint go off the chain cause I always hustle bigger
Cops doing helicopter fly-bys trying to spy our dealership
From tax invading to money laundering, gotta put that in effect
Wouldn't you loot if you don't have the loot? Feel me
(Chorus x2)
The niggas start poppin', the club start rockin'
The DJ start spinnin', the pants get the droppin'
The lights gettin' blue, the haters start watchin'
Uuh you gotta feel me, Uuh you gotta feel me