Feeling Good Lyrics

Oh if the feeling good

She so bad

Do I jump

Do I run away

Id say I lived a good life I met a lotta bitches

Picked fence ah white the type ah gotta lotta riches

Lovers bite ah getchu right You get the certain pinches

Learn a lot from smoking pot an liven in your interests

Late at night I never sleep her vices in my clinches

Yet they turning strength in me She divin in my trenches

I'm diving in her inches

It's glorious, she No-rida Glorida finished

Ha

If the feeling good

And she confessing the professor he be laying wood

Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush

Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush

Light the burning bush

Is it still a good feeling if the feeling is good

She was everything and nothing as she fucking should

Do I jump or run away I need a little push

Never ever bout the pussy but I love her toosh

An the question as I'm raising do I base it off a feeling

Lately I been in an out she lustfully appealing

But damn is she devil all her tendency's revealing

Coochie is a killer man this bitch has got me reeling

Real the feeling

It's different than I ever had

Do my dealing

I'm writing like I written M.A.D.

Right for killing in myself I take another drag

Head is peeling an she baggin on the snatch and grab

Meds directing me I use em disrespectfully

The games we playing mentally it's like a game of power tag

Steps ahead of she devious expecting me

Regretfully I say it that I'm better off to empty mag

If the feeling good

An she confessing the professor he be laying wood

Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush

Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush

Light the burning bush

Is it still a good feeling if the feeling is good

She was everything and nothing as she fucking should

Do I jump or run away I need a little push

Never ever bout the pussy but I love her toosh

Is a gamble ball of 8 it is a fucking roll

Drowning in the ocean save me when she on patrol

Drinking grappa enter dame an then the night unfold

Used to losing all my power I ain't trusting hoes

Entertained to be Germaine but I ain't fucking Cole

But I am fucking cold

Ducking blows this bitch ah throw at me she out control

I guess I'll pay the toll

My sanity ah seeing thru her pane into her soul

If the feeling good

An she confessing the professor he be laying wood

Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush

Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush

Light the burning bush

If the feeling good

An she confessing the professor he be laying wood

Disconnected we connected as we blowing kush

Unexpected we were fire light the burning bush

Light the burning bush

But if the feeling good

And she so bad

Do I jump

Do I run away