Feenin’ Lyrics by Lil Poppa
Ayo, Pluto, you goin’ brazy
Aye, pour some more ’cause I can’t taste it
Get it up off the floor, that shit keep wasting
N**** fall in love with that ho, that shit be crazy
They say my block got that shit like 1980
This that high, my name Slim Shady
This that California girl, I ain’t talking Saweetie, I’m talking Katy
This that cash money, shit, I ain’t talking Juvie, I’m talking Baby
Pull up on fuck, shit, n****, know I flip like Dooda if you play with me
I don’t duck shit, titties look like hooters on this K with me
Hey, we pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feenin’, she need it
I don’t why this bitch ain’t working yet
N***** hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, I ain’t never heard of that
I’ll pull up flashing, I’m having
Tell them boys get up with me
They take the backend and stash it
‘Cause them n***** get hit up for free
Aye, what’s your passion? You rapping?
And I’ll shoot this bitch up like threes
Big four O, got it holding my jeans
N****, I’ll wet this bitch up like Lee
N****, I see nothing but red like Squeeze
Fuck rapping, I’ll go back out East
1-2-2-8, trying to buy, not lease
Gotta put them college funds up for my niece
Commissary, that’s for Caprice
My brother raised a fucking beast
Know he told me some shit that stuck with me
He say—, if a n**** fuck with me
Pull up leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feenin’, she need it
I don’t why this bitch ain’t working yet
N***** hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, I ain’t never heard of that
Fresher than the pastor, like what chapter?
I got what you looking for, just meet me in the chapel
In the words of Ms. Barbara, you sporty bastard
What you got to say ’bout—, I’ma just roll a fat one
Aye, I heard what-a-name just died round there on
I’ma roll it after
If she ain’t the baddest, okay, who badder?
I post her but don’t at her
Don’t care who had her, that shit don’t matter
And that ass been getting fatter
Shit smell like Texico, I only want the best to smoke
Aye, they know who run 904, I’m like El Chapo in Mexico
Block the ho, don’t text the ho
Don’t pop no more, I’m stressing though
Don’t drink no more, I tried it
But this shit here come from Texas, though
Without it, I can’t rest no more
Counting up my blessings at the Westin with my weapon on me
Aye, this just for protection though
I pull up motherfucking leaning, codeining
Percocets make perfect sex
She feenin’, she need it
I don’t why this bitch ain’t working yet
N***** hiding, where they at?
Them boys ain’t stop lurking yet
Detectives say you murdered that
Boy, I ain’t never heard of that
I’ll pull up flashing, I’m having
Tell them boys get up with me
Take the backend and stash it
‘Cause them n***** get hit up for free
Aye, what’s your passion? You rapping?
And I’ll shoot this bitch up like threes
Big four O, got it holding my jeans
N****, I’ll wet this bitch up like Lee