Special Feeling Songtext
von Trapland Pat

It′s a special kind of feeling when you go to winning
But you gotta keep grinding gotta stop chilling
Get to my mama bills what a nice feeling
We ain't letting up until We see dem damn millions

Bullets rickochet now they hop scotchin′
Dey ain't motivated so We know dey plotting
2 freak bitches got em hotboxing
All my friends are dead the shoebox is Dey coffin


I'm Two faced like melly
Hit em up leggo to war like makaveli
3 sticks 3 dicks Ed Ed & eddy
Ain′t no stock on the chop u gotta hold it steady

That′s a girl Rolex if it ain't a prezi
You can see it in his eyes bra ain′t even ready
A Nightmare in real life naw dis ain Freddy
& You ion want no smoke y u at the Getty

Doing all these crimes he scared to do the time
I Heard he Dropped two nickels dropped a dime
Paperwork in bold letters y you actin blind
I'm playing slime I Up that iron every single time


Read between the lines I′m on Powerline
All my phones thumping that's them powerlines
Yeen tryna get grind you just wasting time
He a rat I heard Dey made em sign between the lines