โหลดเพลง mp3 Get Out Yo Feelin's - YG

Get Out Yo Feelin's (尽情释放你的情绪) - YG/RJmrLA
Written by：Keenon Jackson/Dijon McFarlane/Rodney Brown
Started from the bottom made it to the top they mad
Pull in Maybachs and Wraith drops they mad
Well f**k it be mad

Get out yo get out yo get out yo get out yo

Get out yo get out yo get out yo get out your feelings
Your feelings

Get out your feelings get out your feelings

Get out your feelings

Damn Mustard back now wipe me down
Hit a model from the back now wipe me down
Spend it get it right back now wipe me down
Uhh my homies sendin' packs now wipe me down
All about the money never 'bout these honeys
Knock a b**ch then hit a b**ch then bounce
I be on my bunny oh
You look like a hater mad faces when I walk through
Cast in you body plus a bag for the walkthrough
I'm better with time
Spendin' less on the argue wait why even argue

B**ch who are you
You mad huh
Oh that's why they mad
Please somebody tell me why they mad
Wish I was doin' bad huh
Wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real ni**a's downfall that's sad
I'm quick to tell a ni**a the real so quick
Like stop hatin' get on your sh*t

I'm quick to tell a ni**a the real so quick
Like stop hatin' get on your sh*t ni**a

Get out yo get out yo get out yo get out yo

Get out yo get out yo get out yo get out your feelings
Your feelings get out your feelings

Get out your feelings get out your feelings
I'm quick to tell a ni**a the real real quick
I'm with all the pull ups at the field real quick
Pull up with a pair of heels and steal your b**ch
Shoot a real Perez Hilton for real lil' b**ch
Yeah b**ches hate these *s so they emo

I just sold my heart and bought a kilo

I just put some rims on my Eagle

I should sell this verse inside a needle yeah yeah
Once upon a time I was broke now I'm flexin'
Now it's beat through closet with the Goyard section
Two b**ches sent 'em both directions
If you do not stretch it then these hoes not pressin' you mad

I just did another show with Mustard you mad

Ay I just signed to 400 Summers you mad

Now I can move my mama to the suburbs you mad

You make your daddy wish he wore a rubber he mad

Get out yo get out yo get out yo get out yo
Get out yo get out yo get out yo feelings

Your feelings get out your feelings
Get out your feelings get out your feelings
You mad
Oh that's why they mad
Please somebody tell me why they mad
He mad

Wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real ni**a downfall that's sad
You mad

Oh that's why they mad
Please somebody tell me why they mad
He mad

Wish I was doin' bad
Prayin' on a real ni**a downfall that's sad
You mad
Get out yo get out yo get out yo get out yo

Get out yo get out yo get out yo get out your feelings
Your feelings get out your feelings

Get out your feelings get out your feelings