Disko Feat. Young Sam - Feelin Like The Fuckin Man | Текст песни

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• Disko Feat. Young Sam
• Feelin Like The Fuckin Man

Racks in the rubber bands,
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man
Watch a nigga, spend it like a ceilin fan
I don’t who you are but you know who I am
Disko bully, never know rookie ah
Nigga way wear chucks and a hoodie, ah
Taxin nigga, you can never overlook me ah
Beat the pussy up, pack it out frizzy ha
Japanese bitches twerking out my twitter
No ass but she got nice tits, ah
Wood works mob gang, be ham, me and t ain’t shit changed
Yg little kp, up this bitch
Free the homies, fuck a judge and a snitch
40 cal, getting off for these niggas
Clap, clap, clap it up for these niggas, hah

[Hook] x 2
Racks in the rubber bands,
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man

Kush my cologne boy, it’s the day
Goonies never with the talking, only gunplay
Press as fuck, gold chain with my 4’s up
Came with the niggas, she saw me then she toes up
Get your gross up, lil nigga where your stacks
On the trap on you, make the home of the hood rats
If your girl wanna club, I’ma step at her
But if she act too thirsty, I’ma lap at her
See me in the club I be turnt, geeked
Looking for a freak but I hit her on the week
I swear them niggas hella weak, they compete with my speech
Damn off with the jag, 9 in the back seat
If money ain’t the topic, what you talking for
She a high class diva, but she getting low
Cause I’m ballin hela screwed, and I’m tallin in that money chain
Sunny and my nigga shock, calling ey

[Hook] x 2
Racks in the rubber bands,
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man
God damn, I’m feelin like the fuckin man.

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