Feels Good Lyrics – Lil Baby

[Verse: Young Thug]
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Yak Gotti tricked me for some years, I ain’t know he was telling
Hundred million dollar n!gga, baby, I did it the (??)
Only reason I fu*ked with you, Gunna, it was ’cause of Troup
N!gga had a (??)
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[Verse: Lil Baby]
Rolls-Royce truck Cullinan, from out the gutter with it
Three Cadillac trailing me, feel like the government
I’m really out here setting laws, went for president

So I’m always on my son’s ass, don’t be no tell-tale
Bosses coming back and forth, we at (??)
I don’t want no shortcuts, I’m taking every step
These n!ggas must’ve forgot I’m like that, we can’t take you there
I pull up on them fifty
Deep like a football team
I don’t need them all in my business, mind your business please
I got a super max contract, like I’m in the league
Sitting on the floor, she’s in the crowd, she can’t sit next to me

BM told me, “Turn it up, these n!ggas think they fu*king with ya”
Face timing with
D, he serving life, that s*it be fu*king with me

Rylo say he ain’t turning himself in, they gotta come and get him
Trap rolling so hard that I can’t leave, you gotta come and get ’em
Five hundred dollars on a tee it’s Bottega Veneta
I’m on n!ggas ass like back pockets, I’m never gon’ let up
She wanna go public with our love, I’m never gon’ let her
She was fu*king off on me with scrubs, I’ll never forgive her
I know how to get you what you like, I personally pick ’em
Once you think I let ’em get away, be the worst of my victim
I ain’t had this feeling in a while, it’s a perk in my system
I ain’t play with nobody child, I ain’t no s*x offender
Can’t too many say I caught a

Bond, but I’m a heavy lender
I ain’t seen my baby in a while, you know that I miss you
I ain’t fu*k that lady in a while, she really got issues
I ain’t taking s*it out for a foul, I’m getting my shots
Forty-five million, one play, I getting payed like a boss
Hundred dollar
For the three-five, still serving the block
Can’t believe these n!ggas ate the cheese, Famgoon Ralo
Can’t not put cameras all on me, bro, that s*it ain’t G
I don’t show no favoritism, going through that s*it
Wwith P
I done told her, “Go on ahead and leave”, but she stay with me
(??) full of exotic weed, fu*king up the streets
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