Like, doin' my thing for a minute
Hot, fire, gifted
Gettin' that kitty, grind so gritty
Stop, no I, can't be sitting
Constantly winning
Bread on me, see how I'm livin
Hustle don't stop, on God, got vision (woah yeah)
Not man I'm a beast
Ain't no playin' with me
Chips in the pot, I be takin' the heap
Steppin' in J's, white creps on my feet
Bet I ain't benched, no I'm VIP
And the bench the only time I be takin' a seat
Press, no I don't need stress
Baddies in DMs, know God got me blessed
Like, they told me to rap, they told me to sing
Go make that bag, or call me the king
Boy too sad, don't make it a thing
Minimal ask, but what if that's me
Just keep it as facts, is all I'm asking
A little revved up, but I like it sexy
Yeah, okay girl, I know what you mean
Like, got, got
Got that sad boy feeling
When we get back, gon' slap that ass on linnen
Run it back, couple times, girl, don't finish
Like that accent, what's that Finnish? (hmm)
Callin' me Tyson, the way that I hit it
Ridin' that stick like we play Quidditch
Tell me go Viking, she like when I pillage
Know my body, lookin' like my lineage
Think that make me stop, nah are you serious?
Nah, I'm done with the snakes, all the fakes
Make way for the pay, paper comin' point blank
All the patience paid off, it's amazing
Fought from my time, now I'm puttin' my praise in
All this hell we be raising
Middle finger straight to Satan
Like, girl, I ain't chasing
Don't need that like I'm taken
Won't need to fake it
That mattress wrapped in plastic casing
Gettin' cake like their foundation
All that dough, never see me baking
Live in her throat like it's on vacation
Hit it so cold, never stirred, they shakin
Like, whoa they do
Callin' me dad, ain't nothin' new
Feet off the dash, this whip brand new
Girl think she bad, got plenty of views like
I don't need that, a freak would do
Come here tonight, I'll show you a thing or two (hmm)
Throw me that cat ain't gassin
Don't test me, break that back in
You a freak, huh? You askin
Your man f*ck or he lackin?
I know you ain't with it
I'll talk, bitch, I did it
It's that sad boy feeling
Yeah, come f*ck with it
Mr Elusive - Sad Boy Feeling Lyrics
Mr Elusive - Sad Boy Feeling Lyrics
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English
Like, doin' my thing for a minute
Hot, fire, gifted
Gettin' that kitty, grind so gritty
Stop, no I, can't be sitting
Constantly winning
Bread on me, see how I'm livin
Hustle don't stop, on God, got vision (woah yeah)
Not man I'm a beast
Ain't no playin' with me
Chips in the pot, I be takin' the heap
Steppin' in J's, white creps on my feet
Bet I ain't benched, no I'm VIP
And the bench the only time I be takin' a seat
Press, no I don't need stress
Baddies in DMs, know God got me blessed
Like, they told me to rap, they told me to sing
Go make that bag, or call me the king
Boy too sad, don't make it a thing
Minimal ask, but what if that's me
Just keep it as facts, is all I'm asking
A little revved up, but I like it sexy
Yeah, okay girl, I know what you mean
Like, got, got
Got that sad boy feeling
When we get back, gon' slap that ass on linnen
Run it back, couple times, girl, don't finish
Like that accent, what's that Finnish? (hmm)
Callin' me Tyson, the way that I hit it
Ridin' that stick like we play Quidditch
Tell me go Viking, she like when I pillage
Know my body, lookin' like my lineage
Think that make me stop, nah are you serious?
Nah, I'm done with the snakes, all the fakes
Make way for the pay, paper comin' point blank
All the patience paid off, it's amazing
Fought from my time, now I'm puttin' my praise in
All this hell we be raising
Middle finger straight to Satan
Like, girl, I ain't chasing
Don't need that like I'm taken
Won't need to fake it
That mattress wrapped in plastic casing
Gettin' cake like their foundation
All that dough, never see me baking
Live in her throat like it's on vacation
Hit it so cold, never stirred, they shakin
Like, whoa they do
Callin' me dad, ain't nothin' new
Feet off the dash, this whip brand new
Girl think she bad, got plenty of views like
I don't need that, a freak would do
Come here tonight, I'll show you a thing or two (hmm)
Throw me that cat ain't gassin
Don't test me, break that back in
You a freak, huh? You askin
Your man f*ck or he lackin?
I know you ain't with it
I'll talk, bitch, I did it
It's that sad boy feeling
Yeah, come f*ck with it
Hot, fire, gifted
Gettin' that kitty, grind so gritty
Stop, no I, can't be sitting
Constantly winning
Bread on me, see how I'm livin
Hustle don't stop, on God, got vision (woah yeah)
Not man I'm a beast
Ain't no playin' with me
Chips in the pot, I be takin' the heap
Steppin' in J's, white creps on my feet
Bet I ain't benched, no I'm VIP
And the bench the only time I be takin' a seat
Press, no I don't need stress
Baddies in DMs, know God got me blessed
Like, they told me to rap, they told me to sing
Go make that bag, or call me the king
Boy too sad, don't make it a thing
Minimal ask, but what if that's me
Just keep it as facts, is all I'm asking
A little revved up, but I like it sexy
Yeah, okay girl, I know what you mean
Like, got, got
Got that sad boy feeling
When we get back, gon' slap that ass on linnen
Run it back, couple times, girl, don't finish
Like that accent, what's that Finnish? (hmm)
Callin' me Tyson, the way that I hit it
Ridin' that stick like we play Quidditch
Tell me go Viking, she like when I pillage
Know my body, lookin' like my lineage
Think that make me stop, nah are you serious?
Nah, I'm done with the snakes, all the fakes
Make way for the pay, paper comin' point blank
All the patience paid off, it's amazing
Fought from my time, now I'm puttin' my praise in
All this hell we be raising
Middle finger straight to Satan
Like, girl, I ain't chasing
Don't need that like I'm taken
Won't need to fake it
That mattress wrapped in plastic casing
Gettin' cake like their foundation
All that dough, never see me baking
Live in her throat like it's on vacation
Hit it so cold, never stirred, they shakin
Like, whoa they do
Callin' me dad, ain't nothin' new
Feet off the dash, this whip brand new
Girl think she bad, got plenty of views like
I don't need that, a freak would do
Come here tonight, I'll show you a thing or two (hmm)
Throw me that cat ain't gassin
Don't test me, break that back in
You a freak, huh? You askin
Your man f*ck or he lackin?
I know you ain't with it
I'll talk, bitch, I did it
It's that sad boy feeling
Yeah, come f*ck with it
Writer: Cody Mumford
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid