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BIGG FEŁLA - LOOK!!!!! Lyrics



BIGG FEŁLA - LOOK!!!!! Lyrics




Look, I'm a native, but I don't come from the reservation I drink my pepsi, braid my hair, but I ain't bout the segregation
I just go to f*ckin work and pop my bottles, don't know why they all be hatin' They on my dick for stupid shit, can't see the picture
I've been painting ', I got a vision for the future And they all just be adjacent to the goals
That I laid out, that's why they always just be hatin' They be hatin', hatin', hatin' on me I don't know why they be always tryin' to ride my meat

Start poppin' f*ckin' bottles like my role model F*ck the mix, start sippin' from the whole bottle The drink in my cup runneth over Don't sip while you're goin' full throttle, like
Like, hit the f*ckin' rain dance, I watch the money start rainin' down I'm a motherf*ckin' dog, take me out to f*ckin' pound I'm beatin' on my drum, yeah, you know the f*ckin' sound
Hey yah, hey yah, that's my war cry now First they take the f*ckin' land, then they take my f*ckin' money Every time that I get paid, tax evasion lookin' funny
I just want a better president so I can get my money like

All this drink that I Ben on got me in a dizzy spell I done prayed for better days, throw my coin up inside the well I been laughin' on these haters, but I'm still gone wish em well
And hope that God don't turn a blind eye and send em straight to hell, like Look, I'm a native, but I don't come from the reservation I drink my Pepsi, braid my hair, but I ain't bout that segregation I just go to f*ckin' work and pop my bottles, don't know why they all be hatin
F*cked up in the back with a bottle to the face I'm sorry, tell my family that I'm a disgrace Makin' paper, drinkin' liquor, that's my grind If you got a problem, I'm on my time Don't f*ckin' worry about me
Don't f*ckin' worry bout me, okay I'm just tryna go out, get paid When I get the check, put it straight in the bank Kneel to the ground, give the good Lord, thanks, okay Don't give a f*ck bout me, okay Don't give a f*ck bout me, okay Like, okay
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Look, I'm a native, but I don't come from the reservation I drink my pepsi, braid my hair, but I ain't bout the segregation
I just go to f*ckin work and pop my bottles, don't know why they all be hatin' They on my dick for stupid shit, can't see the picture
I've been painting ', I got a vision for the future And they all just be adjacent to the goals
That I laid out, that's why they always just be hatin' They be hatin', hatin', hatin' on me I don't know why they be always tryin' to ride my meat

Start poppin' f*ckin' bottles like my role model F*ck the mix, start sippin' from the whole bottle The drink in my cup runneth over Don't sip while you're goin' full throttle, like
Like, hit the f*ckin' rain dance, I watch the money start rainin' down I'm a motherf*ckin' dog, take me out to f*ckin' pound I'm beatin' on my drum, yeah, you know the f*ckin' sound
Hey yah, hey yah, that's my war cry now First they take the f*ckin' land, then they take my f*ckin' money Every time that I get paid, tax evasion lookin' funny
I just want a better president so I can get my money like

All this drink that I Ben on got me in a dizzy spell I done prayed for better days, throw my coin up inside the well I been laughin' on these haters, but I'm still gone wish em well
And hope that God don't turn a blind eye and send em straight to hell, like Look, I'm a native, but I don't come from the reservation I drink my Pepsi, braid my hair, but I ain't bout that segregation I just go to f*ckin' work and pop my bottles, don't know why they all be hatin
F*cked up in the back with a bottle to the face I'm sorry, tell my family that I'm a disgrace Makin' paper, drinkin' liquor, that's my grind If you got a problem, I'm on my time Don't f*ckin' worry about me
Don't f*ckin' worry bout me, okay I'm just tryna go out, get paid When I get the check, put it straight in the bank Kneel to the ground, give the good Lord, thanks, okay Don't give a f*ck bout me, okay Don't give a f*ck bout me, okay Like, okay
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Writer: Takoda Mathison
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Performed By: BIGG FEŁLA
Language: English
Length: 2:21
Written by: Takoda Mathison
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