Lyrics Feels Good - VO2K

Why don′t we hit up Lisa Marie
Cause i was gon for a summer
I know that she'll probably wondered
And love to kick it with me
I got weed with no seeds
I got green with no leaves
I got weight i know ps
You got envy in yo pocket
You got hate in you jeans
Ole lame ass nigga
You can′t see what I see
I been all around the block
I'll still be hot when i leave
I got this shorty with the jeep
And she gon throw me the keys
Catch me rolling the streets
Rolling while I'm rolling
Steady swerving know it′s me
I can tell you nervous
Cause you holding on the seat
Falling off the railing
Naw I′m always on my feet
Ima grizzy
Ima always keep it G

It feels good to be rolling up
Looking down on them niggas
Yea they know what's up
Blowing a pound sticky
Shorty let′s get stuck
You don't roll no blunts
I′m like what the fuck

Rolling up my weed i got thoughts in hand
Yea yea yea
Rolling up my weed i got thoughts in hand
They gon make jump in them
Rolling up my weed i got thoughts in hand
They gon make jump
Into the pots and pans
Keep yo haters close but still got watch yo man's

Rolling up that dank
Weed all in my swisher
You can see the paint job
All bitches thicker
It′s a dream
ML king
Riding in a drop top
Yes im clean
Yes im clean
Never i will not stop
I got ways to go
I got shit to lose
This not like before
I'm in it to prove
Im not the in the mood
My bitch in the nude
If it ain't going smooth
It′s gon come to a conclude
Pass the smoke by the tv
I made the quote it look easy
I′m in Dakotah it's breezy
I′m getting colder believe me
I never purp
Still got that work
It's still fresh
You can smell it on my shirt
Why these niggas hating tho
I′m just tryna make it bro
When it's all said and done
Tell me what you waiting for
Easy
Going circles round the ones
Who hated
Now they need me

It feels good to be rolling up
Looking down on them niggas
Yea they know what′s up
Blowing a pound sticky
Shorty let's get stuck
You don't roll no blunts
I′m like what the fuck
It feels good to be rolling up
Looking down on them niggas
Yea they know what′s up
Blowing a pound sticky
Shorty let's get stuck
You don′t roll no blunts
I'm like what the fuck