Feels So Good

A        F
I can't relate
E
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
F            E
Fuck out my face
Em
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank
                                 F
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw-blauw)
Em
We smoked out my bitch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
Fuck what you think
F                           Em
Cause me and the money in love I think I'ma buy it a ring

F
My diamond's shining, yours cloudy
Diamond's ice, play hockey
Em
Lean got me feeling drowsy
Stripper bitch, she work at Follies
F
Meet me at the hotel lobby
Air Max, running to the money
You ain't takin' nothin' from me
And I'm gon' die bout it

Em
(Focus) From demons, distractions, to all the reactions of fame
E
She probably collapsing her heart over [?]
I'm blowing a kiss on the way
Production big, can't fit on a stage
Too many fans to fit in the crowd
E
Too many bands to get them on stage
E
Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage
E
I say in advance so pay in advance
I'm way too advanced to figure him out
I set the bar, don't give them a break
The bar's too high to give it a raise
A flow like God so give him a raise
E
Stones I got I get 'em appraised
E
Draw my Glock and get him erased
Slow you, God, I give it away

A        F
I can't relate
E
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
F            E
Fuck out my face
Em
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank

Em
Niggarache, new Versace
                       F
Sippin sake with my posse
Em
Eat that pussy like hibachi
E
Leave it wet, that dick Dasani
E
Salvador Dalí her body
It's a work of art, you copy?
F              E
Nigga, all she do pilates
F                       E
I go hard, you rappers copy

E
Cause it feels so good when it's you
F
And it feels so good when it's new
E
Yes it feels so good when it's new
E
Why you actin' like you ain't knew

E
Niggarache, new Versace
I be mobbin' with my posse
Stretch that coochie like pilates
I'm gon' eat it like hibachi
F
Play no game, no Tamagotchi
Finger froze like Liberace
Em
Fuck that bitch, I make her knot me
While I rep Trilluminati

A
Pally Pal, butter soft, we was in them lobbies
C                                 A
Holla, holla, steady mobbing, only God can stop me
F                               E
Dolla signs a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me
Cop a tommy, yeah the tommy, thousand bands like Fauni
E            A           E
All in the forest, hey, lookin' for porridge, hey
Ricky in storage
Fresh with the chorus, dressed like a tourist, hey
That's with the bomber, fuck up some commas, hey
Glock for the drama
Do what I want, fuck when I wanna

E
Cause it feels so good when it's you
F        E
And it feels so good when it's new
E
Yes it feels so good when it's new
E
Why you actin' like you ain't knew

E
(Niggarache)
I can't relate
To none of you rappers are actors I swear that these niggas be fake
(Niggarache)
E
Fuck out my face
E
Way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank
F                   Am
Diamonds on bling (bling blauw-blauw)
                                 A
We smoked out my bitch so bad I had to go buy her a mink
Fuck what you think
C
Cause me and the money in love I think I'ma buy it a ring

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