Felly - Birth-Giving Music Lyrics




Fuck em
Dirty boy shit
Check me out, what's up
Bounce, bounce, bounce
One time, for your mind

Said I'm the shit that you stepped in
I pass the weed up on my left to my best friend
He pick it up, I do my stunts, you see me flexin (uh)
C-Fel shot the sherif killed the messenger
Cross faded, check the statements on my PayPal
Ain't shit I could say now
Could probably run with me if your legs never gave out
I'm hungry, with some love and hate for my country
If you, ain't make no money you ain't really nobody
She pass the herb from the shotty
To the dood up in the driver's seat
I'm always one hundred with you, now don't you lie to me
I keep it comin' it's my proof, so let me ride the beat
Cause in this life, two options, homie: fight or flee
I'm beautiful because my my moms be
Sippin coffee, smokin weed, and rotatin my laundry
And they say rap is kinda ballsy
But they ain't do shit in life, but go on YouTube and watch me
The name is growin'
Makin moves, fuck, Facebook scrollin'
Designer sketch up in my team, and next we makin clothin'
I'm catchin' fish up in Montego with Jamaican women
Stash the cash up in the wall after I break a hole in
Like Rollin' Rollin'
The kid is golden
I'm 'bout to deal with more power than the Romans
Don't want it only
With all my homies imma take the earth
So keep your cool, F-E-L-O is makin' work

All y'all can, breath
Not everything what it, seems
Tryna float away like the, breeze
Not really sure what I need
I just wanna place where I can, breath
Not everything what it, seems
Tryna float away like the, breeze
Not really sure what I need
I just wanna place where I can
I just wanna place where I can
(Fel) Just wanna place where I can
(Yeah) Just wanna place where I can
(Muthafucka)

"Get out my face, bitch"
"Bitch, get out my face, bitch"





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