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(Yeah, Ferg)\nNigga, all she do Pilates\nI go hard, you rappers copy (Ooh, damn)\n\n'Cause it feels so good when it's you\nAnd it feels so good when it's new\n'Cause it feels so good when it's new (Ayy)\nWhy you actin' like you ain't knew?\n\nNiggarace, new Versace\nI be mobbin' with my posse\nStretch that coochie like pilates\nI'm gon' eat it like Hibachi\nPlay no game, no Tamagotchi\nFinger froze like Liberace\nFuck that bitch, I make her knock knee\nWhile I rep Trilluminati\n\nYah, oh, right\nPelle Pelle, butter soft, we was in 'em lobbies\nHolla, holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh\nDollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me\nCop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy\nThousand band like Fauni, yeah\nAll in the forest, hey\nLookin' for porridge, hey\n\nRicky in storage, fresh with the chorus\nDressed like a tourist, hey, yeah\nThat's with the bomber, huh\nFuck up some commas, hey, hmm\nGlock for the drama, hey\nDo what I want, fuck when I wanna\n\n'Cause it feels so good when it's you\nAnd it feels so good when it's new\n'Cause it feels so good when it's new (Ayy)\nWhy you actin' like you ain't knew?\n\n(Niggarace) Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (No)\nTo none of you, rappers are actors\nI swear that these niggas be fake, uh (No, yuh, yuh, ayy)\n(Niggarace) Fuck out my face (Face, fuck out my face)\nYuh, way too much food on my plate\nFor her to be actin' all stank\n\nYuh, uh, diamonds on bling (Bling blaww-blaww)\nYuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad\nI had to go buy her a mink, whew (Mink, ayy)\nFuck what you think, yuh (Fuck what you, fuck what you think)\nYeah, 'cause me and the money in love\nI think I'ma buy it a ring\nYuh (What?)","syncedLyrics":"[00:11.99] Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (No)\n[00:15.60] To none of you, rappers are actors\n[00:16.59] I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (No, yuh, yuh, ayy)\n[00:19.38] Fuck out my face (Face, fuck out my face)\n[00:20.85] Yuh, way too much food on my plate\n[00:23.05] For her to be actin' all stank\n[00:24.29] Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (Bling blaww-blaww)\n[00:27.25] Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad\n[00:29.41] I had to go buy her a mink, whew (Mink, ayy)\n[00:31.69] Fuck what you think, yuh (Fuck what you, fuck what you think)\n[00:33.05] Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love\n[00:35.62] I think I'ma buy it a ring\n[00:36.72] My diamond's shinin', yours cloudy\n[00:38.24] Diamond's ice, play hockey\n[00:39.88] Lean got me feelin' drowsy\n[00:41.44] Stripper bitch, she work at Follies\n[00:43.28] Meet me at the hotel lobby\n[00:44.54] Air Max, runnin' to the money\n[00:46.05] You ain't takin' nothin' from me\n[00:47.99] And I'm gon' die 'bout it\n[00:50.20] (Focus...)\n[00:50.66] From demons, distractions\n[00:51.74] To all the reactions of fame\n[00:52.72] She probably collapsin' her heart over taxes\n[00:54.53] I'm blowin' a kiss on the way\n[00:56.06] Production big, can't fit on a stage\n[00:57.86] Too many fans to fit in the crowd\n[00:59.56] Too many bands to get 'em on stage\n[01:01.10] His crew and his band is with him on stage\n[01:03.06] I say in advance, so pay in advance\n[01:04.30] I'm way too advanced to figure him out\n[01:05.90] I set the bar, don't give 'em a break\n[01:07.26] The bar's too high to give it a raise\n[01:08.79] A flow, like God, so give him a raise\n[01:10.28] Stones I got, I get 'em appraised\n[01:11.83] Draw my Glock and get him erased\n[01:13.33] Flow you got, I give it away\n[01:14.57] Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (No, no)\n[01:17.86] To none of you, rappers are actors\n[01:19.24] I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (No, yuh, yuh, ayy)\n[01:21.46] Fuck out my face (Face, fuck out my face)\n[01:23.21] Yuh, way too much food on my plate\n[01:25.46] For her to be actin' all stank\n[01:26.59] Niggarace, new Versace\n[01:28.17] Sippin' sake with my posse (Yeah, ah)\n[01:29.76] Eat that pussy like Hibachi\n[01:31.23] Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (Ah, alright)\n[01:32.74] Salvador Dalí, her body (Yeah)\n[01:34.60] It's a work of art, you copy? (Yeah, Ferg)\n[01:36.08] Nigga, all she do Pilates\n[01:37.65] I go hard, you rappers copy (Ooh, damn)\n[01:39.19] 'Cause it feels so good when it's you\n[01:43.64] And it feels so good when it's new\n[01:46.78] 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (Ayy)\n[01:50.22] Why you actin' like you ain't knew?\n[01:51.87] Niggarace, new Versace\n[01:53.05] I be mobbin' with my posse\n[01:54.57] Stretch that coochie like pilates\n[01:56.13] I'm gon' eat it like Hibachi\n[01:57.95] Play no game, no Tamagotchi\n[01:59.53] Finger froze like Liberace\n[02:01.02] Fuck that bitch, I make her knock knee\n[02:02.65] While I rep Trilluminati\n[02:07.31] Yah, oh, right\n[02:10.70] Pelle Pelle, butter soft, we was in 'em lobbies\n[02:13.82] Holla, holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh\n[02:16.72] Dollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me\n[02:19.74] Cop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy\n[02:21.50] Thousand band like Fauni, yeah\n[02:22.79] All in the forest, hey\n[02:24.37] Lookin' for porridge, hey\n[02:25.95] Ricky in storage, fresh with the chorus\n[02:27.70] Dressed like a tourist, hey, yeah\n[02:29.44] That's with the bomber, huh\n[02:30.55] Fuck up some commas, hey, hmm\n[02:32.26] Glock for the drama, hey\n[02:33.70] Do what I want, fuck when I wanna\n[02:36.09] 'Cause it feels so good when it's you\n[02:38.70] And it feels so good when it's new\n[02:42.80] 'Cause it feels so good when it's new (Ayy)\n[02:46.36] Why you actin' like you ain't knew?\n[02:48.05] (Niggarace) Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (No)\n[02:51.29] To none of you, rappers are actors\n[02:52.90] I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (No, yuh, yuh, ayy)\n[02:53.74] (Niggarace) Fuck out my face (Face, fuck out my face)\n[02:56.61] Yuh, way too much food on my plate\n[02:58.97] For her to be actin' all stank\n[03:00.59] Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (Bling blaww-blaww)\n[03:03.07] Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad\n[03:05.30] I had to go buy her a mink, whew (Mink, ayy)\n[03:07.45] Fuck what you think, yuh (Fuck what you, fuck what you think)\n[03:09.21] Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love\n[03:11.51] I think I'ma buy it a ring\n[03:13.09] Yuh (What?)\n[03:17.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Feels So Good (feat. 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(yeah, Ferg)\nNigga, all she do pilates\nI go hard, you rappers copy (ooh, damn)\n\n'Cause it feels so good when it's you\nAnd it feels so good when it's new\n'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy)\nWhy you actin' like you ain't knew?\n\nNiggarace, new Versace\nI be mobbin' with my posse\nStretch that coochie like pilates\nI'm gon' eat it like hibachi\nPlay no game, no Tamagotchi\nFinger froze like Liberace\nFuck that bitch, I make her knot me\nWhile I rep Trilluminati\n\nYah, oh, right\nPelle Pel, butter soft, we was in them lobbies\nHolla holla, steady mobbin', only God can stop me, huh\nDollar signs, a lot of diamonds, I'm about to sign me\nCop a Tommy, yeah, the Tommy\nThousand band like Fauni, yeah\nAll in the forest, hey\nLookin' for porridge, hey\nRicky in storage, fresh with the chorus\nDressed like a tourist, hey, yeah\nThat's with the bomber, huh\nFuck up some commas, hey, hmm\nGlock for the drama, hey\nDo what I want, fuck when I wanna...\n\n'Cause it feels so good when it's you\nAnd it feels so good when it's new\n'Cause it feels so good when it's new (ayy)\nWhy you actin' like you ain't knew?\n\n(Niggarace) Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no)\nTo none of you rappers are actors\nI swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy)\n(Niggarace) Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)\nYuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank\nYuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww)\nYuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad\nI had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy)\nFuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think)\nYeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring\nYuh (what?)","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.01] Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no)\n[00:15.77] To none of you rappers are actors\n[00:16.93] I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy)\n[00:19.38] Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)\n[00:22.01] Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank\n[00:24.94] Yuh, uh, diamonds on bling (bling blaww-blaww)\n[00:27.32] Yuh, we smoked out, my bitch is so bad\n[00:29.51] I had to go buy her a mink, *whoosh* (mink, ayy)\n[00:31.86] Fuck what you think, yuh (fuck what you, fuck what you think)\n[00:33.47] Yeah, 'cause me and the money in love, I think I'ma buy it a ring\n[00:36.75] My diamond's shinin', yours cloudy\n[00:38.41] Diamond's ice, play hockey\n[00:40.07] Lean got me feelin' drowsy\n[00:41.52] Stripper bih, she work at Follies\n[00:43.29] Meet me at the hotel lobby\n[00:44.73] Air Max, runnin' to the money\n[00:46.32] You ain't takin' nothin' from me\n[00:47.87] And I'm gon' die 'bout it\n[00:50.49] (Focus) From demons, distractions\n[00:51.70] To all the reactions of fame\n[00:53.21] She probably collapsin' her heart over taxes\n[00:54.82] I'm blowin' a kiss on the way\n[00:56.32] Production big, can't fit on a stage\n[00:58.00] Too many fans to fit in the crowd\n[00:59.69] Too many bands to get 'em on stage\n[01:01.16] Screwin' his band, his rhythm on stage\n[01:02.56] I say in advance, so pay in advance\n[01:04.14] I'm way too advanced to figure him out\n[01:05.71] I set the bar, don't give 'em a break\n[01:07.27] The bar's too high to give it a raise\n[01:08.82] A flow, like God, so give him a raise\n[01:10.42] Stones I got, I get 'em appraised\n[01:12.04] Draw my Glock and get him erased\n[01:13.54] Slow you, God, I give it away\n[01:15.01] Yuh, I can't relate, uh, yuh (no, no)\n[01:18.05] To none of you rappers are actors\n[01:19.39] I swear that these niggas be fake, uh (no, yuh, yuh, ayy)\n[01:21.73] Fuck out my face (face, fuck out my face)\n[01:24.46] Yuh, way too much food on my plate for her to be actin' all stank\n[01:27.05] Niggarace, new Versace\n[01:28.29] Sippin' sake with my posse (yeah, ah)\n[01:29.92] Eat that pussy like hibachi\n[01:31.46] Leave it wet, that dick Dasani (ah, alright)\n[01:33.07] Salvador Dalí, her body (yeah)\n[01:34.65] It's a work of art, you copy? 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