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Feel Good

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Oct. 24, 20091 viewer10.5K views

Feel Good Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
Slab E.N,T, boy!
Yeah
Chip Tha Rip
Mmhmm

[Verse 1]
Bitch I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless
Ain't shit you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead niggas still gon' bump that Chip shit
Coke white escalade on sixes for you dipshits
So we won't forget this, Midwest nigga be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where you hustle or you hopeless
And my closet's like a store bitch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find this in no store bitch
I'm fresher than your whole clique
G Shock over D.C. grinding every time you see me
That Louis Vuitton complete me
Now R.I.P. to ant while I'm out here stunting with Keke
I be ridin' super tint
I'm a ghost you never see me
'Cause I'm up above, I'm in the clouds, I'm rolling up, I'm looking down
Chip in the house, y'all stop ya breathin'
I'm a superhero, like Hancock to Cleveland (Nigga)
[Chorus]
Hell yea, that nigga shine all the time
But look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts
And I'm feelin' like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups?
Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigga
Doing everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good

[Verse 2]
Don't I look tremendous?
Damn I feel so splendid
I walk up in yo shindig
Higher than the ozone, damn I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Pack a Bape jacket for the winter Polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna fuck with me then you better have some commas
I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin' with yo fatha
Problem is you don't want it, nada
My nigga's got hella choppas, you gonna need hella doctas
And I rep my city proper
Probably catch me rockin' Prada, hoppin' off a helicopta

In the skizigh, CuDi hand me ya shizzel
Nigga we gettin hizzigh
Uh, looking for izzigh, yeah here I go
The nigga who get your income tax every show (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Hell yea, that nigga shine all the time
But look at him you can tell he from the hood
Bitch, I feel good
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked 4 blunts
And I'm feelin' like I should
Bitch, I feel good
Nigga where the liquor? Where the cups?
Where the ladies, where the sluts? I'm drunk, what
Bitch, I feel good
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigga
Doing everything you would if you could
Bitch, I feel good

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    Roll Up (Missing Lyrics)
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    Mic Check (Missing Lyrics)
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    Wonder Why (Missing Lyrics)
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Release Date
October 24, 2009
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