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DaBoyDame – Feelings Lyrics

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DaBoyDame & Rick Ross Feelings Lyrics:

[Intro: DaBoyDame]
MD, we ain’t even going to need a clean version for this one (Uh-uh)
This strictly for the streets (You Feel me?)
I’m sayin’ though, I come from Oakland (Straight up)
Land of the motherfuckin’ rocks (City of the dope)
Shout out to my Memphis niggas (Super)
Takin’ this shit to Kentucky back down to Miami
I’m sayin’ though like, I’m blessed by the real niggas, I come from big E (Yeah)
I fuck with Lil D (Yeah), Big Jook bless me, grip the CEO
Aye Feez comin’ home too (You feel me)

[Verse 1: EST Gee]
Still ballin’ in the lockout
Switches on them yeekys, you dead meat soon as I hop out
I made niggas turn into gamers, they ain’t wanna pop out
I know Unc’ just had to taste it once, he knew it was a knockout
Rappin’ bеin’ one of my talents, shit, I nevеr thought that ’bout
I was sliding with Lil Dev trying to hit our mans soon as he walked out
Since he passed, I be missing my brother bad, so I been livin’ fast
I was buyin’ bodies way before I bought a bitch a ass
Do the plug bad, run off as soon as I run up my tab
A made nigga, I sent ten hits since 2020, I’m a grave filler
Real cocaine flipper, Hank hitter
Hopefully the junkie don’t say this shit taste different
Made a million in the pandemic
I took a picture on Gotti’s page wit’ it
5500, red zone, gang member, yeah
Man, you play too much
(5500, red zone, gang member, yeah)
[Chorus: DaBoyDame]
I’m sayin’ niggas only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha
I said I’m realer than ’em
I said a nigga only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha
I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Yeah, man, yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Get you some motherfuckin’ money)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I put money on your head like Forgiatos on the whip (Mm)
Never use a cut so nigga keep me out the mix (Mm)
Emeralds in the watch, double R’s stamp on the bricks (Uh)
Thought it was a problem but you know I got it fixed
Ten bands, call ’em tin man
‘Cause all it take is ten bands for the hit man
I’m so rich, quarter billion and it’s documented (Whoa)
I hope you not offended (Whoa) ’cause I’m ’bout my business (Whoa), I got a thousand bitches
My money number one, fuck how you others feel
I do this for my sons, fuck how they mothers feel
Drop by in broad day (Brtt), I’ma tryin’ to parlae (Brrt)
I got on all my jewels, we in the dark days
Fuck niggas droppin’ dead, choppa, we cop a head
I give her shoppin’ bread, she give me sloppy head
You know she in my DM, prayin’ she get to see him
I let her roll the smoke and count up all the re-up
[Chorus: DaBoyDame]
I’m sayin’ niggas only mad ’cause I’m realer than ’em, haha
I said I’m realer than ’em
I said a nigga only mad ’cause I’m richer than ’em, haha
I said I’m richer than ’em (Yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Yeah, man, yeah)
Get-get-get up in your bag
Hop out of your feelings, nigga (Smitty and Klep, let’s get this motherfuckin’ money)

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