Feelin It/Killin It DOM KENNEDY (Ft. Skotch Davis)

[Verse 1: Dom Kennedy]
They say, They say, They say
They say AH you be killin it, Dog is you feelin it?
Stupid dope lines nigga, Dom is you dealin it?
This my rough draft nigga live on that dealer shit
Guess what I'm gone drive when I drive off the dealership
Red leather seats, black trim on some Thriller shit
Boppin like a Boss Rick Ross on my Killin shit (3x)
I don't really like you, you just gotta deal with it
I can press the line though, you just gotta chill with it
Everybody got they own lane till I'm stealin it
And everybody got they own chain till I'm stealin it
The way I spit gold nigga you could say I'm grillin it
Fresh like the prince bitch, you could say I'm Willin it
Buyin all expensive shit, you can say I'm Hillin it
Throwin niggas out the house you can say I'm Philin it
Getting head in bathrooms, you can say I'm illin it
And You could say I'm feelin it
You could say I'm killin it

[Hook]

They say AH you be killin it, dog is you feelin it?
Stupid dope lines nigga, Dom is you dealin it?
Leimert Park nigga on my mom we be killin it
B-S-O-D on my mom we be spillin it
If murder was the case I'm like naw bitch I'm innocent
Gangsta LA on arm lookin ignorant (3x)