BeauxLeaux - Feel Played

Yup
Yup
Yup
My potna potna dead
And I feel played about it
It fuck with me he use to talk Na he quiet
I told em if you wanna smoke em
We could smoke em
See the demon on his shoulder
Tell the angel keep it quiet
My potna potna dead
And I feel played about it
It fuck with me he use to talk Na he quiet
I told em if you wanna smoke em
We could smoke em
See the demon on his shoulder
Tell the angel keep it quiet
I'm out the 3
Yea off baronne
Bitch leave me lone
Put his eyes in his mouth
Watch ya tone
Niggas telling shit
On them telephones
In the cell with my celly
Making sales
On cell phones
I'm dangerous lil baby
You can't hang with us
You still ain't come up out
That closet hang it up
If you ain't finna ride fa
Zigg don't bring him up
Using his name in vein
In yo veins is angel dust
I know differerence
From what you saying
And what you meaning
What is you saying
Do you mean it
I hope you mean it
When you say it
Outta town vultures
Come to New Orleans
Steal the culture
Cause they see its gold here
Gold hair super Saiyan
God forgive me
I sold him zquil
That wasn't lean
He wanna fight
We could hook it
Like Kareem
Pistol play
Jr Red Bull
Give em wings
Feeling like the doctor
Bitch I'm buzzing
Till I sting
Everything is everything
But it ain't what it seems
Forty in my dickie suit
It's bussing through the seams
Do donuts in the charger
With two k's
Krispy Kreme
If the nigga come out pussy
That ain't my son
That's Billie jeans
Bolo
Richard Sherman
Bitch always inna zone
Still can't roll a backwood
So smoking out the cone
I couldn't get a loan
When I was broke
So leave me lone
On the block
Like Karl Malone
Ready fa bull shit
Jerry Sloan
Yea you got courage
Like the dog
But you a coward
Want me to bend the knee
That shit cap
I'm not Colin
Kill her from the back
She say fuck my baby momma
She want let me see my kids
So it's fuck my baby momma
Why you dramatic bout
That drama
You been lying like osama
I been lying with yo momma better chill out
I could make you a big brother if ion pull out
So clean yo room and make sure the trash took out
My potna potna dead
And I feel played about it
It fuck with me he use to talk Na he quiet
I told em if you wanna smoke em
We could smoke em
See the demon on his shoulder
Tell the angel keep it quiet
My potna potna dead
And I feel played about it
It fuck with me he use to talk Na he quiet
I told em if you wanna smoke em
We could smoke em
See the demon on his shoulder
Tell the angel keep it quiet

Written by:
Mark Robinson

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