TheKidNoel - Touchy Feely Situation

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Fuck that dumb ass nigga and that dumb ass bitch man
I'm throwing all fucking shots all summer long
Yeah uh

This is a touchy feely situation, I ain't with the games
I really ain't playing, fuck is you saying
You claiming you innocent, but you out here on some different shit
Trying trick and suck a nigga dick
I ain't with that shit, I'm about to talk my ish
I ain't about to call you on on yo shit
You knew what you was doing, you dumb ass bitch
You ain't making me look stupid
Cause you just foolish, you don't really know what you doing
You just trying find love, but you not cupid
Watch what I do next, I will flex with a patek on my wrist
It do shine, now you just hitting my line
Crying like all of the time, but look at the time
It done ran out, I ain't got time for ya shit
Just running up a bag in this bitch
I'm about to fuck on yo clique
On some savage shit, let you know how I get down
I'm the man right now, yeah I run this town
I make my mama proud, but I'm aiming at you now
Fuck your feelings and fuck your emotions
I'ma get to smoking right on that OG
You really don't know me, you act like my homie
Continue to joe me, but you just lied
You fronted like all of the time
You wrote down all of your lies, you really just tried to hide
Tried to keep it inside, but I know what you going through
So I'ma speak the truth, when I get into this booth
Just watch what I do when I rip into you
Cause I don't care about your heart, you just lied from the start
I told you my mind was dark and my heart been cold
And I've been on my own, I been on this lonely road
Just hear my flow and how I spit it tho
You called me bro, but fucking my bitch on the low
I know she a hoe but you owed me loyalty tho
But fuck it yo cause I'm in my bag
I'm about to fall right back and get to these tracks
And prove to the city that I ain't whack
I'm coming with the bars and that's a fact
And I don't chase the cat, I just chase this cash
And I make them mad, get back to the raps
Get back to the pen and the pad, I never had my dad
I grew up bad, but I turned it back and I wrote my wrongs
And I turned them right, all you wanted to do was argue and fight
All the things I really ain't like, really have to think about it twice
Fuck it I even cried, I don't want to have to numb this pain inside
I thought you was gonna ride, could of been my Bonnie
And I could of been your Clyde, really my ride or die
But you just like these other chicks, out here trying get some dick
And told you friends to leave me alone, yeah you thinking you grown
Took you back to the crib and I boned, send that bitch right back home
I send her ass right back home

Written by:
Noel Pagan

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