Fuck Yo Feelings – Chris Brown

Me and Tune’ just got two twin Ferraris
Like f*** the ceilin’
Two ounces in my double cup
This shit gon’ kill me

F*** yo feelings, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
Forget yo feelings

Your bitch outside my section pointin’, “I’m with them niggas, yeah”
Is that Drizzy, bitch? Yeah, I’m with Nicki like yeah
And these bitches be tellin’ they niggas I’m crazy
Don’t f*** with that ni***, he went at Jay-Z
And he went at Curtis, now he Patrick Swayze
Every night I got your bitch in my section
I do it at Liv and I do it at Toxic
Do it at Supper, I do it at Dream
No, we ain’t at Houston, but I got that Rocket, go
And I’m feelin’ nice, somebody mixed my pills right
And I’m gettin’ all this money, and it’s fuc*** up Trinidad lost his deal right, haha
No ceilings, got the drophead for my children
Dr. Dre just made a billion and he sent me to tell all you niggas, man, f*** yo feelings

F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings

Haha, look, any bitch that I’m with, she just hop in the whip and she get an upgrade
Pimpin’ is pimpin’, I make a commission, make that pu*** pay
M-my dick like a chopper, I load it then cock it then bust on your face
We know that you pu***, my ni***, we know you ain’t catchin’ no fades
Bulletproof windows is tinted, my ni***, while all your shit rented
You should rent it from me ‘cause I crash as soon as I spin it
House party bring all the bitches, don’t bump the DJ, my ni***
You really care ‘bout this bitch, my dick all up in your feelings

F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings

Started with documents, reincarnated Pac and Big
How do you that think I got your bitch?
I am 2Pacalypse, got more winners than Popovich
Yeah, my bitch will pop a bitch
Pull up like skrrt, now your bitch out her skirt
Nigga, f*** yo feelings
I made her twerk now she sellin’ my work
Nigga, f*** yo feelings
Started with Hannah Montana hoes
Now I’m fuckin’ all of Nick Cannon hoes
I made her go down down, baby
But I don’t speak no country grammar though, I got the antidote
I know some Fruit town niggas that’ll bust your head like cantaloupe
You pull out your camera, my cannon blow
2014 Hannibal, lil ni***, f*** yo feelings

F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings

F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings, ni***, f*** yo feelings
F*** yo feelings, f*** yo feelings, yeah
I f*** yo bitches, I f*** yo bitches, yeah
F*** yo niggas, ni***, f*** yo niggas, yeah
F*** them niggas, f*** them niggas, chopper
F*** them niggas, f*** them niggas, yeah
Soo Woo