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Uh
Slappin' ya titty boy, yeah
Chip Tha Rip
Mhm

Bitch, I feel good
Don't I look stupendous?
My shine is so endless, ain't shit you can do to end this
Even when I'm dead, niggas still gon' bump that Chip shit
Coke white, Escalade on sixes for you dipshits
So you won't forget this, Midwest nigga be the coldest
Cleveland is the city where it's hustle or you hopeless
And my closet like a store, bitch
Only difference is you ain't gon' find us in no store, bitch
I'm fresher than your whole clique
G-SHOCK over DC grinding every time you see me
That Louis Vuitton complete me now
RIP to E.P. while I'm out here stunting with Kiki
I be ridin' Super tint, I'm a ghost, you never see me, 'cause
I'm up above, uh, I'm in the clouds, uh
I'm rollin' up, uh, I'm lookin' down, uh
Chip in the house, y'all stop your breathin'
I'm a superhero like Hancock to Cleveland, nigga

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Hell yeah, that nigga shine all the time
But look at him, you can tell he from the hood (Bitch, I feel good)
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked four blunts
And I'm feelin' like I should (Bitch, I feel good)
Nigga, where the liquor? Where the cups?
Where the ladies? Where the sluts?
I'm drunk, but (Bitch, I feel good)
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigga
Doin' everything you would if you could

Uh, bitch, I feel good
Don't I look tremendous?
Damn, I feel so splendid
I walk up in your shindig
Higher than the ozone
Damn, I can float home
Just call me when you want some
I'm out here by my lonesome
Got the Bape jacket for the winter, Polo v-neck for the summer
I'm a young hood boss, I do what I wanna
If you tryna fuck with me, then you better have some commas
I be with them OG's, I'm probably stuntin' with your father
Problems you don't want, and nada
My niggas got hella choppers, you gonna need hella doctors
And I rep my city proper
Probably catch me rockin' Prada, hoppin' off a helicopter
In the skizigh, cuddie hand me ya shizzel
Nigga, we gettin' hizzigh, uh
Lookin' for izzigh, yeah, here I go
The nigga who get your income tax every show, let's go

Hell yeah, that nigga shine all the time
But look at him, you can tell he from the hood (Bitch, I feel good)
Hold up, roll up, we just smoked four blunts
And I'm feelin' like I should (Bitch, I feel good)
Nigga, where the liquor? Where the cups?
Where the ladies? Where the sluts?
I'm drunk, but (Bitch, I feel good)
And I'ma stay a fresh, fly nigga
Doin' everything you would if you could (Uh)

Bitch, I feel good

Writer(s): Charles Worth

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