Feel This - Marlo

I pray I make it through the night, I’ll be alright

And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it’s on once I get home

I’m doin' a buck sixty, I’m in the zone, I’m coming home

I been workin' all day ain’t answer no phone, I don’t want no phone

I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

And bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

I told my bitch when you real you feel this

I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

I been syrup poppin' pills and been geeking on some real shit

Me and my bitch we kicking real shit

Yeah my bitches she the flyest, she go get it

I told her when I get it I’m gon' get it

And I went and got that bag and then we split it

Lenox Mall shopping, yeah she in it

Gucci, Louis poppin', yeah she kick it

And she watch me serve the bag and then she with it

Pints by the case and yeah we sip it

Then she top a nigga off and then I lick her

And we pull up back to back in matching Bentleys

And the bust down Rollies, they was fifty

And I swear with that cash I’m the realest

You can see how I whip it in the kitchen

I pray I make it through the night, I’ll be alright

And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it’s on once I get home

I’m doin' a buck sixty, I’m in the zone, I’m coming home

I been workin' all day ain’t answer no phone, I don’t want no phone

I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

And bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

I told my bitch when you real you feel this

I pull up with a nigga bitch, he know I hit

She go crazy on that dick, she ain’t with that lazy shit

12 bust the spot, she take the charge, that bitch hard

Call Kristen, tell her pull her card, that’s my broad

Boy she’ll gun you down 'bout that paper, 2−2-3's of soft raw

She really with it, if she dig a nigga’s pimpin' she really feelin'

And she know about that cash I get wicked

I spend a couple blocks, she right with me

And she pray she make it through the night with me

And she said she’ll be alright right with me

She ain’t gotta call the phone, she right with me

Now I pop a perc, get right with me

She screaming perc gang right with me

Since my nigga killed, she know I really miss him

I pray I make it through the night, I’ll be alright

And my bitch keep callin' my phone, told her it’s on once I get home

I’m doin' a buck sixty, I’m in the zone, I’m coming home

I been workin' all day ain’t answer no phone, I don’t want no phone

I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

And bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

I told my bitch when it’s real, you gotta feel this

I told my bitch when you real you feel this