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ay\n[00:32.97] I be deep in they heavy, these boys feeling shitty\n[00:35.21] Damn, guess that's why try to get me\n[00:37.43] Big nigga stiff and I stay with a semi\n[00:39.22] He trip in his club but I hit him with 50\n[00:41.63] I had to cut 'em, that nigga went with me\n[00:43.41] He said he gon' to slide, but I told him it's risky\n[00:45.44] I come from The Grove, yeah, the heart of the city\n[00:47.48] But be in the north where them boys really winnin'\n[00:49.70] Remember them days we was adding up pennies\n[00:51.88] Damn, now we throw racks to the ceilings\n[00:54.08] Smelling like pressure, the best in the city\n[00:56.05] You need it, we got it 'cause Hova still with me, ay\n[00:58.54] We stacking, the fuck is a stimy\n[01:00.19] You got BOA then you better get with me\n[01:02.24] This shit here feel better than hustling and dealing\n[01:04.21] But shit hit the fan, I'm back robbin' and stealin', damn\n[01:07.09] These bitches, they never fuck with me\n[01:08.55] They see I 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winning\n[01:50.30] We started with bows, ended up with them chickens\n[01:52.46] He reached for this chain, but he fly with the pigeons\n[01:54.30] Don't speak on the gang unless you talking big business, ay\n[01:56.99] We pop 'em, I told 'em it was business\n[01:58.76] He got a Glock, put that bitch for a emmy\n[02:00.68] We ran up the score, had to lace up my tennis\n[02:02.87] I'm balling, that shit got me feeling like Dennis, ay\n[02:05.32] Feeling like Dennis, feeling like Dennis\n[02:08.22] Feeling like-, feeling like Dennis\n[02:10.07] Feeling like Dennis, feeling like Dennis\n[02:12.46] Feeling like-, feeling like Dennis\n[02:14.04] Feeling like Dennis, feeling like Dennis\n[02:16.56] Feeling like-, feeling like Dennis\n[02:18.61] Feeling like Dennis, feeling like Dennis\n[02:20.66] Feeling like-, feeling like Dennis, ay\n[02:26.08] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Feeling Like Dennis\n artist: BigXthaPlug\n album: Feeling Like Dennis\n duration_ms: 162000\n 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