
I Know How It Feel Lil Rue & AOne (Ft. The Jacka)
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[Chorus: Lil Rue]
To all my niggas in the trap house grittin', cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin' over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
[Verse 1: AOne]
Drop the work off then I picked up my other bitch, dropped the work off then I picked my other bitch
Me and Rue get money all in the doe
I double back on niggas just to let em' know
I'll melt a nigga top just for 20 bands
So what yo benz like, I pull up in that gray van
Got em sayin' Amen, versace shades no ray bans
30 shots knockin' out the 9 M M, I'll sit a bitch down till' I see 1 M
I don't give a fuck what my baby mama talkin' bout
I'm the only nigga got the trap house poppin' in the drought
Pills, promethazine, and cook in the house
[Chorus]
To all my niggas in the trap house grittin', cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin' over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
To all my niggas in the trap house grittin', cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin' over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
[Verse 1: AOne]
Drop the work off then I picked up my other bitch, dropped the work off then I picked my other bitch
Me and Rue get money all in the doe
I double back on niggas just to let em' know
I'll melt a nigga top just for 20 bands
So what yo benz like, I pull up in that gray van
Got em sayin' Amen, versace shades no ray bans
30 shots knockin' out the 9 M M, I'll sit a bitch down till' I see 1 M
I don't give a fuck what my baby mama talkin' bout
I'm the only nigga got the trap house poppin' in the drought
Pills, promethazine, and cook in the house
[Chorus]
To all my niggas in the trap house grittin', cookin' up in the kitchen
Tryna make a mill off a quarter chicken
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
And ya baby mama trippin' over these other bitches
Tell her sit back and just listen
I know how it feel [x4] (forreal tho)
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