paroles de chanson U Feel Me - Dom Corleo
What
do
you
think?
Oh,
baby
Do
you
think
we
already
know
what's
good?
What
do
you
feel?
Oh,
tell
me
Do
you
think
that
we're
being
too
lazy?
Yeah,
smokin'
in
my
tech
gear
Slime
'em
in
my
tech
gear
Off
the
'shrooms,
I
see
clear
Sippin'
lean,
I'on
sip
no
beer
I'on
pop
no
more
Percs,
I'm
clear
But
I'm
poppin'
that
Perc'
for
the
one
time
Fuckin'
this
ho
but
I
only
do
one
time
Fuck
all
the
hate
'cause
I
know
that
it's
my
time
Fuck
all
the
hate,
yeah,
I
stay
up
on
my
grind
Get
on
the
beat
and
I
eat
up
like
lunchtime
Yeah,
I'm
in
New
York,
I'm
with
Lunchbox
I
got
a
pole,
this
on
me,
I
don't
do
boxing
Me
and
my
plug,
we
the
Batman
and
new
Robin
Remember
I
was
broke
as
fuck,
I
ain't
do
backseat
But
I
got
a
blank
and
I
still
chop
'em
I
ain't
wan'
get
into
cheeks,
but
I
still
got
'em
Everything
I
rock
unique,
yeah,
I'm
still
poppin'
Look
at
me
poppin'
my
shit,
bitch
Heh,
and
you
ain't
on
shit,
bitch
I
just
went
in,
bought
a
Rick
fit
Look
at
me
spreading
my
racks,
bitch
I
got
the
cheese,
I
got
ham
I'm
in
this
shit
like
a
bad
kid
I'on
even
need
no
adlibs
Walk
in
this
ho
with
the
cash,
yo
You're
draggin'
the
flow,
she
got
ass,
yo
I'on
even
puff,
I
just
pass,
yo
I'm
signing
up
'cause
I'm
they
dad,
yeah
Fuck
the
opps,
I
got
a
bag,
yeah
Honestly,
who
is
the
richer
man?
Yes,
I
got
on
my
AP,
no
Richard
Mille
Yeah,
my
diamonds,
they
VVS,
super
clean
And
my
Rick
Owens
fit,
don't
rock
Helmut
Lang
When
I
walked
in
the
store,
I
bought
everything
When
I
walk
in
the
store,
I
just
buy
out
yo'
bitch,
yeah
I
just
brought
out
yo'
bitch,
uh
Front
row
to
my
show,
yeah
And
then
she
ate
the
dick,
yeah
But
she
ain't
get
a
tip,
huh
But
she
did
get
the
tip,
huh
And
I'm
five
star
dining,
yeah
But
I
ain't
leave
a
tip
No,
I'm
not
that
choosy
And
I
don't
care
if
you
choose
me
If
I
was
a
team,
I
would
choose
me
But
I'm
talkin'
'bout
just
me
'Cause
I
don't
know
nobody
who
do
the
shit
I
do
In
this
Tesla,
I'm
rollin'
my
eyes,
dude
Goin'
kamikaze
right
past
you
Pay
attention
'cause
time
finna
pass
you
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa
Whoa,
whoa,
whoa
Whoa
Yeah,
smokin'
in
my
tech
gear
Slime
'em
in
my
tech
gear
Off
the
'shrooms,
I
see
clear
Sippin'
lean,
I'on
sip
no
beer
I'on
pop
no
more
Percs,
I'm
clear
But
I'm
poppin'
that
Perc'
for
the
one
time
Fuckin'
this
ho
but
I
only
do
one
time
Fuck
all
the
hate
'cause
I
know
that
it's
my
time
Fuck
all
the
hate,
yeah,
I
stay
up
on
my
grind
Get
on
the
beat
and
I
eat
up
like
lunchtime
Yeah,
I'm
in
New
York,
I'm
with
Lunchbox
I
got
a
pole,
this
on
me,
I
don't
do
boxing
Me
and
my
plug,
we
the
Batman
and
new
Robin
Remember
I
was
broke
as
fuck,
I
ain't
do
backseat
But
I
got
a
blank
and
I
still
chop
'em
I
ain't
wan'
get
into
cheeks,
but
I
still
got
'em
Everything
I
rock
unique,
yeah,
I'm
still
poppin'
Look
at
me
poppin'
my
shit,
bitch
Heh,
and
you
ain't
on
shit,
bitch
I
just
went
in,
bought
a
Rick
fit
Look
at
me
spreading
my
racks,
bitch
I
got
the
cheese,
I
got
ham
I'm
in
this
shit
like
a
bad
kid
I'on
even
need
no
adlibs
Walk
in
this
ho
with
the
cash,
yo
You're
draggin'
the
flow,
she
got
ass,
yo
I'on
even
puff,
I
just
pass,
yo
I'm
signing
up
'cause
I'm
they
dad,
yeah
Fuck
the
opps,
I
got
a
bag,
yeah
1 Wake Up
2 Bottle Girl
3 Goons
4 Chester Perry
5 Way Down South
6 Rockstar Drugz
7 Penthouse Shordy
8 U Feel Me
9 Kids
10 S3 X (feat. Yung Kayo)
11 Sky Harbor
12 Sunset Strip
13 Triple 6
14 For a Fact (feat. Fimiguerrero)
15 Shooteett
16 2016
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