LIL WAYNE, GAME AND CHRIS BROWN
Me and Tune just got two twin Ferraris
(Like fuck ceiling)
Two ounces in my double cup
(This shit gon' kill me)

Fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings

Yo, bitch, I signed my section point, I'm with them n***as (yeah)
Is that Drizzy bitch? (Yeah)
I'm with Nicki like (Yeah)
And these bitches be tellin' they n***as I'm crazy
Don't fuck with that n***a, he went at Jay-Z
Then he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze
Every night I got your bitch in my section
I do it at live and I do it at toxic
Do it at supper, I do it at dream
No we ain't at Houston, but I got that Rocket, go!
And I'm feelin' nice, somebody mixed my pills right
And I'm gettin' all this money, and it's fucked up Trinidad lost his deal right
No Ceilings, got the drophead for my children
Dr. Dre just made a billion!
And he sent me to tell all you n***as man
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings

Any bitch that I'm with, she just hop in the whip and she get in the grave
Pimpin' is pimpin', I make a commission, make that pussy, pay
My dick like a chopper, I load it then cock it then bust on your face
We know that you pussy my n***a, we know that you ain't catchin' no fades
Bulletproof windows is tinted, my n***a, while all your shit rented
You should rent it from me 'cause I crash as soon as I spin it
That's why they bring all the bitches
Don't bump the DJ my n***a
You really care 'bout this bitch
My dick all up in your sis'

Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings

(Fuck your feelings) Started with documents
Reincarnated Pac and Big
How do you think I got your bitch?
I am 2Pacalypse
Got more winners than Popovich
Yeah my bitch will pop a bitch
Pull up like Skrr
Now your bitch out her skirt (N***a fuck your feelings)
I made her twerk
Now she selling my work (N***a fuck your feelings)
Started with Hannah Montana hoes
Now I'm fuckin' all of Nick Cannon hoes
I made her go down down baby
But I don't speak no country grammar though
I got the antidote
I know some Fu-town n***as that'll bust your head like cantaloupe
You pull out your camera my cannon blow
2014 Hannibal, lil' n***a
N***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings, n***a fuck your feelings
Fuck your feelings, fuck your feelings, yeah

I fuck yo' bitches, fuck yo' bitches, yeah
Fuck yo' n***as, n***a, fuck yo' n***as
Fuck them n***as, fuck them n***as, yeah
Fuck them n***as, fuck them n***as, yeah
Soo Woo!