Love How It Feels lyrics

f/ Husalah



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[Jacka]

Let`s go

I come through bitch

With my muthafuckin` niggs

And I couldn`t give a fuck

By how you hoes feel

Dip through with the steel

All in a bitch`s face

Put my sticker on her ass

Tell her let a nigga pass

At the summer jam

With my backstage pass

Bought `em from the base

So we thuggin` on the grass

Watchin` time pass

Cuz I`m waitin` on the real shit

Performin` at the after party

Sold when you see a mix

Scream real loud bitch

Like your real proud

A G got tossed in the crowd

Then I got lost in the cloud

In the Benz

With my nigga Twin

Honkin` at her and her friends

Watchin` her, watch the rims

I bet they wanna hop in

Even though they on dubs

Too love what a thug do

I know you got your bread right

Let`s see if your head right

In the traffic in the middle of the night



[Chorus] x 4

Do you love what you feel

In love with you



[Husalah]

Real gangsta

Yo, uh, yo

Real gangstas everywhere

Smokin` rope in the alley

Just don`t care

Swangin` eights in the alley

The Hus long here

All the hoes on my dick

I got to be there

But I`d rather hang out

And hustle all year

Cuz the paper don`t stop

The block is on pop

It`s the dope game, cocaine

Locced out to the brain

Give shit `bout a bitch

Silly with the chop man

I`d rather hang

Wit my niggas on the drug spot

Don`t talk on a snitch when his gun pop

1 double O duece 3

Niggas gettin` packed in a row `fo deep

Movin` on Fourth Street

Yeah ho, check out my shit

I couldn`t give a shit about

A shitty haired bitch

Tossed up, purssed slut

Tryin` to get rich

Slide my shit down a [?] and burned

Gone on a bitch

Gettin` dope-fiend dumb

Nigga gone off this shit

And I don`t pop pills

I pop niggas with the clip

You faggot ass nigga

What are you smokin`?

I know to dip hard

To the knock I`m yokin`

Like what

All my murder dub niggs in Oakland

And my Hunter`s Point hustlas

Keep the chapper smokin`

Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas

All you child ass turkey

I don`t fuck wit suckas

Havin` fun like it`s `81

The hoes love the way

My perm hang in the sun

I`m outtie 5 G



[Chorus] x 4



[Jacka]

What up bitch, yeah that`s me

You a model from L.A.

But you couldn`t believe

All the shit that you seen

When you came to my house

Thought it was a hard cock

Till you seen it float out

Rob sittin` on the leather couch

Lookin` like Bob

Smokin` more than a ounce

Close the door

Took a trip upstairs

Got sucked on the floor

Then I called her a whore

And I spend way more

Than your pops can afford

So get the fuck out for real

You punk bitch

And I ain`t nothin` like

Any of the niggas you fuck wit

Just ask Boo James

That`s my DJ, he`ll tell ya

Ain`t nothin` worse than a failure

So get your shit together

Punk niggas tryin` to send `em

And see what`s in `em

And every love that I drop

On a chick is venom

I got bitches that suck way more

Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank

That`s so real

I better paint a picture in your brain

You must be lame if you can`t [echoes out]



[Chorus] x 4
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