FEELNuNN

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, ayy, ayy [Chorus] On the bean and I can't feel nun' (Jay Trench) And my jeans come tight like an asshole Fire coming out the 'rari's asshole Got the Arabic dial, Mashallah Rick Owens, yeah the ones with the zips They wanna get their pockets like this Chinchilla coat long, go past my hips I'm top floor, seabass, rice not chips [Verse 1] On tour, these baddies filling up the list Bad hoe, she tryna bite my lips Bad hoe, her ex had no backbone She told me put it in her backbone Blanco, we been selling that blanco Lil nigga, don't tell me about tax Nobody put Lеn on the map Right now I been fucking on an actress She got a man, I told hеr that's past tense Manny gyal, up north doing back flips (Hol' on, tuh!) I feel like my time been coming (Hol' on) I felt that shit in my balls for real I feel like my time is cumming (Yes) No racks I won't be summoned Pull out her tracks when I'm in her muffin' Stay with a strap, I'm feeling like Queen Latifah If she was southern We got marble floors and smart whip Art bitch, ass fatter than Eric Cartman Head in the AM, top of the morning (Yes) Brothers ain't playing, spray with a Carbon No way, I'm tucking my chain (Leh go) [Chorus] On the bean and I can't feel nun' And my jeans come tight like an asshole Fire coming out the 'rari's asshole Got the Arabic dial, Mashallah Rick Owens, yeah the ones with the zips They wanna get their pockets like this Chinchilla coat long, go past my hips I'm top floor, seabass, rice not chips (Leh go, leh go) [Verse 2] I'm top floor, top floor, top floor, top floor eating With a bottle of Henny, I'm Phil Mitchell You niggas are more like Ian (Leh-Go) With the Trapstar jacket, Swarvoski crystals, it wasn′t no sequins The Rick Owens' swag, mischievous, hmm I'm fucking the baddest of divas, hmm Pull it together, they lovin' the sequence, hmm She got the gift, she suckin' like a demon, hmm Your queen cheatin′ on you, I think that is treason, hmm All of these girls are deceiving, hmm I got a lostboys tracksuit, uh She wanna meet the lostboys Wanna take me home Get me hard like a statue, uh You niggas are lost, boy And we don't know you And we don't plan to, uh [Chorus] On the bean and I can't feel nun' And my jeans come tight like an asshole Fire coming out the 'rari's asshole Got the Arabic dial, Mashallah Rick Owens, yeah the ones with the zips They wanna get their pockets like this Chinchilla coat long, go past my hips I'm top floor, seabass, rice not chips On the bean and I can't feel nun' And my jeans come tight like an asshole Fire coming out the 'rari's asshole Got the Arabic dial, Mashallah Rick Owens, yeah the ones with the zips They wanna get their pockets like this Chinchilla coat long, go past my hips I'm top floor, seabass, rice not chips