Letra de Classic Feel
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Rubber grip or the plastic feel
This that Brooklyn shit, this is nothing new
This that safety off with that engine on
This that Brooklyn shit, this is nothing new
This that safety off with that engine on
Mercedes Benz, good watch, scene above them all
How he got money when he ain't have a job in so long?
This that hustler shit, that independent grind
That nautical sweat suit and white ones gold shine
Barbershop twice a week, stay sharp and in shape
Ain't share it with you, trim your hair, underneath a killer
This that first hand shit, Maybach, tinted windows
Not gonna rap about it but really seen it from my window
This that fine line between jail and my crooks
My bedroom at my mama house smelling like coke
This that gambling spot, stop that, shooters at
Mad showing off with three birds in the backpack
Plenty trains on bitches, no names or pictures
Trap it low so she brought more things to fuck with us
This that half off credit, shit we don't respect
We just dead in them if they try to do 60%
This that other 40% that minority flow
When all the achers sell hearts and only you sell blow
No pain, no gain, I profit of cane
Give a fuck who we slaying as long as my team remain
This that violating, y'all will meet your death
This that vile cover, nigga, east versus west
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel, nigga
It's that motherfucking classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
And if you get it like me you can tell it's for real
Now if he say I ain't hot I probably fucked his girl
Or did violence to his homies, took 'em up out this world
Bruce Lee sure, only nigga with that glow
Yes, we rock it, nigga I'm the CEO
Most of these other rap niggas? They done seen before
MC for all, how the fuck you get my number and all?
Over line, this momma loves me, she proud of her kid
Used to call me like, 'The cops here, don't come to the crib!'
A bad boy, a more gangsta version to shine
My city all stay and I ain't even get in my prime
Still getting that cake, a pill bury snow
On the real, fuck your opinion, I made it this far and you broke
When I was looking for guidance spread the Bible apart
But Exodus 20:13 didn't shift my heart
So I move in silence, all you hear is this pow
See a flash 'fore you pass, a light in the dark
What a sight in the chop, yeah, that's DOA
I know I look like I'm balling but nigga mean, no play
I'm 'bout my free, no lay, bags of chips
So if you feel on this shit, baby, rub on your tits
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel, nigga
It's that motherfucking classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
And if you get it like me you can tell it's for real
How he got money when he ain't have a job in so long?
This that hustler shit, that independent grind
That nautical sweat suit and white ones gold shine
Barbershop twice a week, stay sharp and in shape
Ain't share it with you, trim your hair, underneath a killer
This that first hand shit, Maybach, tinted windows
Not gonna rap about it but really seen it from my window
This that fine line between jail and my crooks
My bedroom at my mama house smelling like coke
This that gambling spot, stop that, shooters at
Mad showing off with three birds in the backpack
Plenty trains on bitches, no names or pictures
Trap it low so she brought more things to fuck with us
This that half off credit, shit we don't respect
We just dead in them if they try to do 60%
This that other 40% that minority flow
When all the achers sell hearts and only you sell blow
No pain, no gain, I profit of cane
Give a fuck who we slaying as long as my team remain
This that violating, y'all will meet your death
This that vile cover, nigga, east versus west
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel, nigga
It's that motherfucking classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
And if you get it like me you can tell it's for real
Now if he say I ain't hot I probably fucked his girl
Or did violence to his homies, took 'em up out this world
Bruce Lee sure, only nigga with that glow
Yes, we rock it, nigga I'm the CEO
Most of these other rap niggas? They done seen before
MC for all, how the fuck you get my number and all?
Over line, this momma loves me, she proud of her kid
Used to call me like, 'The cops here, don't come to the crib!'
A bad boy, a more gangsta version to shine
My city all stay and I ain't even get in my prime
Still getting that cake, a pill bury snow
On the real, fuck your opinion, I made it this far and you broke
When I was looking for guidance spread the Bible apart
But Exodus 20:13 didn't shift my heart
So I move in silence, all you hear is this pow
See a flash 'fore you pass, a light in the dark
What a sight in the chop, yeah, that's DOA
I know I look like I'm balling but nigga mean, no play
I'm 'bout my free, no lay, bags of chips
So if you feel on this shit, baby, rub on your tits
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel, nigga
It's that motherfucking classic feel
Rubber grip or the plastic feel
Classic feel
And if you get it like me you can tell it's for real
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