Lyrics Shit Don't Feel Right (feat. Buddy) - Buddy , Godfather of Harlem

H-Money

Shit don't feel right, this shit don't feel right
This shit don't feel right, shit don't feel right
Shit don't feel right, this shit don't feel right
This shit don't feel right, shit don't feel right

Comin', comin' for you
Motherfucker, good luck (yeah, oh-oh)
Watch when I pull up (pull up, pull up)
Motherfucker, good luck (yeah, oh-oh)

You don't wanna mess with Bumpy Johnson
You don't wanna fuck with Brandy in Harlem
Nigga, you must be crazy, you crazy, you crazy, uh
Shut the fuck up, you're all talk
Nigga, we just my bosses
Don't you know we crazy, we crazy, we crazy, uh?

We finna buss it wide open, so I suggest you lay low
'Cause this shit might get crazy, get crazy, get crazy, uh (yeah, oh-oh)
I'm 'bout to crush all my opponents, soon as I catch you alone
Nigga, I bet you're dying slow, you crazy, you crazy (yeah, oh-oh)

Comin', comin' for you
Motherfucker, good luck
Watch when I pull up
Motherfucker, good luck

Shit don't feel right, this shit don't feel right
This shit don't feel right, shit don't feel right
Shit don't feel right, this shit don't feel right
This shit don't feel right, shit don't feel right

Comin', comin' for you
Motherfucker, good luck (yeah, oh-oh)
Watch when I pull up (pull up, pull up)
Motherfucker, good luck (yeah, oh-oh)