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FEEDIN SZN Video (MV)




Performed By: Alex Di Brita
Language: English
Length: 3:00
Written by: Alex Di Brita




Alex Di Brita - FEEDIN SZN Lyrics
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It's Feedin Season
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall build with the grillz
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall built with the grillz
He like his young bitch ride or die
Ain't got no f*cking chill
Feedin Season
Baby Boy now tell me that you will
Bust it slow it down now we loving for the thrill
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
F*ck Alex Di Brita
I'm Alex Di Licious
Boy you got that glow
My body nutritious
He likin Di Brita because I'm Delicious
I'm likin em big you know I'm ambitious
I'm liking it rough, head game malicious
I'm knockin his wood like I'm superstitious
Bitch I'm boozy and I'm choosy bout who I'm f*ckin
He got that look like this boy tryna move the discussion
He wanna love it
He wanna suck it
He wanna rub in my gut and then flood it
I ain't say we gonna bang baby first you gotta muk it
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall built with the grillz
He like his young bitch ride or die
Ain't got no f*cking chill
Feedin Season
Baby Boy now tell me that you will
Bust it slow it down now we loving for the thrill
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
Tryna be lil first rappin white faggot breakin mainstream
Trippin' on my body cause I'm lookin so lean
Keep saying that you player but you on my team
He hit ass crack, baby boy fein
Now he really want some neck the way I'm talking out my throat
Let him eat it til the morning like he tryna feel a bloat
Don't like these dudes leap froggin, best not catch you spit a croak
Yeah you know my spit so slick boy I never f*ckin choke
He says I been actin, I'm way too dramatic
The toxic in me like to keep him like an addict
My head game is psycho I'm making him manic
He feenin feenin
And now way he weain weain
Ready for my feedin feedin
Baby boy is feenin feenin
I'm literally lickin him down from his head to his toes
He go Ludacris for me and everybody knows
Middle finger in the air f*ck all your hoes
It's Alex Di Brita so everybody knows
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall built with the grillz
He like his young bitch ride or die
Ain't got no f*cking chill
Feedin Season
Baby Boy now tell me that you will
Bust it slow it down now we loving for the thrill
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
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It's Feedin Season
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall build with the grillz
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall built with the grillz
He like his young bitch ride or die
Ain't got no f*cking chill
Feedin Season
Baby Boy now tell me that you will
Bust it slow it down now we loving for the thrill
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
F*ck Alex Di Brita
I'm Alex Di Licious
Boy you got that glow
My body nutritious
He likin Di Brita because I'm Delicious
I'm likin em big you know I'm ambitious
I'm liking it rough, head game malicious
I'm knockin his wood like I'm superstitious
Bitch I'm boozy and I'm choosy bout who I'm f*ckin
He got that look like this boy tryna move the discussion
He wanna love it
He wanna suck it
He wanna rub in my gut and then flood it
I ain't say we gonna bang baby first you gotta muk it
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall built with the grillz
He like his young bitch ride or die
Ain't got no f*cking chill
Feedin Season
Baby Boy now tell me that you will
Bust it slow it down now we loving for the thrill
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
Tryna be lil first rappin white faggot breakin mainstream
Trippin' on my body cause I'm lookin so lean
Keep saying that you player but you on my team
He hit ass crack, baby boy fein
Now he really want some neck the way I'm talking out my throat
Let him eat it til the morning like he tryna feel a bloat
Don't like these dudes leap froggin, best not catch you spit a croak
Yeah you know my spit so slick boy I never f*ckin choke
He says I been actin, I'm way too dramatic
The toxic in me like to keep him like an addict
My head game is psycho I'm making him manic
He feenin feenin
And now way he weain weain
Ready for my feedin feedin
Baby boy is feenin feenin
I'm literally lickin him down from his head to his toes
He go Ludacris for me and everybody knows
Middle finger in the air f*ck all your hoes
It's Alex Di Brita so everybody knows
It's Feedin Season
I like my boys tall built with the grillz
He like his young bitch ride or die
Ain't got no f*cking chill
Feedin Season
Baby Boy now tell me that you will
Bust it slow it down now we loving for the thrill
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
Feenin on me and no way he weanin off me
Come on boy get heathen on me I like when he feenin on me
It's Feedin Season
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Writer: Alex Di Brita
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