U Feel Me Lyrics – Dom Corleo
Singer: Dom Corleo
Title: U Feel Me
Yeah, smokin’ in my tech gear (oh yeah)
Slime ’em in my tech gear (oh yeah)
Off the ‘shrooms, i see clear (yeah)
Sippin’ lean, i’on sip no beer (yeah)
I’on pop no more percs, i’m clear (i’on pop no more percs, i’m clear)
But i’m poppin’ that perc’ for the one time (one time)
f#ckin’ this ho but i only do one time (one time)
f#ck all the hate ’cause i know that it’s my time (my time)
f#ck all the hate, yeah, i stay up on my grind (my grind)
Get on the beat and i eat up like lunchtime (whoa)
Yeah, i’m in new york, i’m with lunchbox (heh, yeah)
I got a pole, this on me, i don’t do boxing (yeah)
Me and my plug, we the batman and new robin (whoa)
Remember i was broke as f#ck, i ain’t do bucksing (yeah, dawg)
But i got a blade, and i’ll still chop ’em (yeah, whoa)
I ain’t wanna get into cheeks, but i still got ’em (oh yeah)
Everything i rock unique, yeah, i’m still poppin’ (whoa)
Look at me poppin’ my sh#t, b#tch, ha (look at me poppin’ my sh#t)
And you ain’t on sh#t, b#tch (you ain’t on sh#t, lil’ b#tch)
I just went in, bought a rick fit (g#dd#mn)
Look at me spreading my racks, b#tch (my racks)
I got the cheese, i go ham
I’m in this sh#t like a bad kid (i’m in this sh#t like a bad kid)
I’on even need no adlibs
Walk in this ho with the cash, yeah (walk in this ho with the cash, yeah)
It drag on the flo’, she got #ss, yeah
I’on even puff, i just pass, yeah (i’on even puff, i just pass, yeah)
I’m signing up ’cause i’m they dad, yeah
f#ck the opps, i got a bag, yeah (f#ck the opps, i got a bag)
What do you think, oh baby (whoa, whoa)
Do you think we already know what’s good? (whoa, whoa, uh-huh)
What do you feel, oh, tell me (what do you feel? uh)
Do you think that we’re being too lazy?
Honestly, who is the richer man? (honestly, tell me who richer)
Yes, i got on my ap, no richard, man (yeah)
Yeah, my diamonds, they vvs, super clean (yeah)
And my rick owens fit, don’t rock helmut lang (g#dd#mn)
When i walked in the store, i bought everything (g#dd#mn)
When i walk in the store, i just buy out yo’ b#tch, yeah (i just buy out yo’ b#tch)
I just brought out yo’ b#tch, uh (i just brought out yo’ b#tch)
Front row to my show, yeah (front row to the show)
And then, she ate the dick, yeah (yeah, she ate the dick)
But she ain’t get a tip, huh (she ain’t get a tip)
But she did get the tip, huh (she did get the tip)
And i’m five star dining, yeah (five star dining)
But i ain’t leave a tip (i ain’t leave a tip)
No, i’m not that choosy
And i’on care if you choose me (whoa)
If i was a team, i would choose me (yeah)
But i’m talkin’ ’bout just me (talkin’ ’bout just me)
’cause i don’t know nobody who do the sh#t i do (f#ck)
In this tessy, i’m rollin’ my eyes, dude (f#ck)
Goin’ kamikaze right past you (yeah)
Pay attention ’cause time finna pass you (uh)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (yeah-yeah)
Whoa (yeah)
What do you think, oh baby
Do you think we already know what’s good?
What do you feel, oh, tell me
Do you think that we’re being too lazy?
Slime ’em in my tech gear (yeah, yeah)
Off the ‘shrooms, i see clear (yeah, yeah)
Sippin’ lean, i’on sip no beer
I’on pop no more percs, i’m clear (oh yeah)
But i’m poppin’ that perc’ for the one time (yeah, yeah)
f#ckin’ this ho but i only do one time (only do one time)
f#ck all the hate ’cause i know that it’s my time
f#ck all the hate, yeah, i stay up on my grind (yeah, i know that it’s my time)
Get on the beat and i eat up like lunchtime
Yeah, i’m in new york, i’m with lunchbox (yeah, i know that it’s my time)
I got a pole, this on me, i don’t do boxing
Me and my plug, we the batman and new robin
Remember i was broke as f#ck, i ain’t do bucksing (yeah)
But i got a blade, and i’ll still chop ’em (yeah, yeah)
I ain’t wanna get into cheeks, but i still got ’em (yeah, yeah)
Everything i rock unique, yeah, i’m still poppin’ (yeah, yeah)
Look at me poppin’ my sh#t, b#tch, ha (b#tch)
And you ain’t on sh#t, b#tch (you ain’t on sh#t, b#tch)
I just went in, bought a rick fit (you ain’t on sh#t, b#tch)
Look at me spreading my racks, b#tch (you ain’t on sh#t, b#tch)
I got the cheese, i go ham
I’m in this sh#t like a bad kid (whoa)
I’on even need no adlibs (i’on even need no adlibs)
Walk in this ho with the cash, yeah
It drag on the flo’, she got #ss, yeah (i’on even need no adlibs)
I’on even puff, i just pass, yeah
I’m signing up ’cause i’m they dad, yeah (whoa)
f#ck the opps, i got a bag, yeah (f#ck the opps, yeah, huh)
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