Feels (feat. Young Thug & J Hus) - Ed Sheeran

Chance The motherfuckin' rapper With a capitalized, uh, times, not the times but you know what I'm saying the times Thugger Lil Boat Chance Lil Boat Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch, wanna know how the lips taste All I can hear is the third, ayy All I can hear is the third, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy We don't know none of your words, ayy I love my women real tall, ayy Type that can really play ball, ayy You buy my hat at the park, ayy Think I might really play ball, ayy I got a link in my bio, my bitch do the salsa like pico de gallo They gotta ask if they may, Cinco de Mayo How can they call themselves bosses When they got so many bosses You gotta see what your boss say I get it straight out the faucet I ain't felt like this since the third drought, third carter drop Told my momma third grade I'd be in the third Barbershop And you know momma got real worried when she heard college drop But now I call the shots I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still cares about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Bad little mama, she gettin' it Obama She sting like a bumble bee, hot as the sauna She shine like a Rollie, got that from her momma Can't see me, can't be me, I'm ridin' like a panda That booty gon' roll and it's outta control And these bitches gon' fuck off respect and that loyalty All my bitches lovin' me and they spoil me Rub me down with that lotion, baby oil me Drinking Actavis, baby I'm showin' me In that choppa I see your perimeter Change the culture, cause my ring is a solar Wait one minute I told you Yeah, I would like to know you Yeah, you lucky like clovers Yeah, the clothes no good Mama I do it, your ass I pursue it Just look at me baby I came from the sewers They love all the slime ball Like they fuck all these cats on your slime dog That got me serene like I'm breakin' a bar And I'm ballin' on you like I'm Chris Paul I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I swear I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste Am I the only one who really care about cover art Growing up I ain't have my brother cause he said the streets gave him a fresh start I ain't know what that mean I bumped heads with my dean Dropped out and hit the scene Now I'm stunting like bling Time and time again they told me no They told me I wouldn't go Cause in high school all I cared about was hoes Well, maybe that shit was my interest Now I spend more than they make at my dentist After 1Night the folks thought I was finished I pin my name to the game like a seamstress Oh, bitch I bite like a gator Fuck them reviews that they put in the paper Did what I wanted, didn't care about a hater Delivered my tape to the world as a caterer Oh, they fuck with me cause I'm different New sound, new appearance Bitch it's Boat from the 6 Give a fuck about a bitch Walk out, my hand on my dick, I'm the shit I'm the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste I said am I the only nigga still care about mixtapes Bad little bitch wanna know how lips taste

Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What's up? What the fuck, yeah, hold on Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Say, "Hello", nigga, little ho nigga Bitch-ass broke nigga, nah, I can't roll with ya, huh Say, "Hello", nigga, you a ho, nigga (What's up?) What's a high horse to a motherfuckin' G.O.A.T. nigga? (What's up?) Hold on, uh, first car was a Range Rover Was a lil' nigga, wore the same clothes Vivid pictures, boy, I paint those From the fucking jungle where you can't grow Hold grudges, never let it go I'm with my fuckin' dawgs, no pedestal Do you need gause 'cause your pockets swole? What the fuck is that? That's a bankroll I got forty-five K in my pockеt Ain't no cappin', I say it, I got it Do a show, then I make a deposit I madе Europe, they ragin' and moshin' Yeah, I fuck with the Wizards, but catch me courtside Guarantee it's the Lakers I'm watching Nigga, I am the greatest in my generation I don't do no playin' about it These rappers, they should call me, "Papi" Every lil' thing is exotic I'm with two hoes like a shotty I'm shittin' on these niggas, no potty I don't wanna see your twenty dollar bill 'less it's Harriet Tubman My thoughts outta pocket I been hidin' from the world The only thing see me right now is the sky and the projects (Hold on) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga (Ayy, say, "What's up?") Say, "What's up?", watch how I fuck it up, get it back Niggas say they really gettin' money, that's fitted cap Boy, you ain't never outside, where you really at? Designer rug, alligator my floor mat Bad lil' bitch gon' give me that neck, neck We was in the trenches, nigga, you was playin' Tech Deck Why you so motherfuckin' cap? Don't respect that, hey Don't come close, better step back, hey Minor setback for a comeback Bitch ass so damn fat, she got hunch back, hey Fuck around and play, get splatt-splatt Nigga put a hole in his head like a humpback, woah I been in the slums, givin' all back Tell me, where the fuck is Donald Trump at? (Let's go) Came from the slums, deep down in the trenches (Let's go) Where a young nigga sharin' a bookbag (Uh) Ayy, what's up, nigga? (What's up?) What the fuck, nigga? (What the fuck?) Bought that bitch a Birkin bag Now she in love with us Hockey puck, nigga I'm froze up, nigga See a baddie with me Say, "What's up?", nigga Daytrip took it to ten (Hey)

Yeah Oh, oh Whoa Whoa You good, T-Minus? Oh Me-meet me at The London If you find time, we can run one Talk about some things, we can't undo You just send the pin, I can find you 6'1", on the money, 9'2" You just say the word and I'll run through Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew Yeah Circumnavigate the globe, as the cash grows (grow) Get a nigga whacked, like you get the grass mowed (mowed) I'm talkin' slick, runnin' with the Big Slime, nigga (slime) Could hit your bitch, you could never hit mine, nigga (mine) In my DM, they electric slide, nigga (huh, slide) No catfishin', this is not a fish fry, nigga Never switch sides on my dog Catch a contact, hitch a ride, go to Mars Everybody sing How could you come up out your face And say I ain't the hottest nigga you done ever heard? I left a flock of rappers dead and buried A verse from me is like 11 birds I did the math, it's like 2 000 dollars every word I'm on the verge, I'll beat the charge I killed some niggas and I walked away from it Then I observe, just how you curve And told them niggas that they gotta wait for it "I know-I know you in high demand" I'm balling on a pussy nigga like Juwanna Mann I'm drownin' all inside the pussy like I never swam Ay, fuck your IG, I put somethin' on your sonogram I'm the man, ay, ay Me-meet me at The London If you find time, we can run one Talk about some things, we can't undo You just send the pin, I can find you 6'1", on the money, 9'2" You just say the word and I'll run through Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew Pimp talk, church talk, I can make a brick walk (woo) Up north, down south, Bankhead to Rachel Walk (aye) Hit it with a little water, stretch it like a vocal chord STD, I run my ward, fuck a fed and his daughter (let's go) I'ma run the compound (yeah) I supply the cigarettes and bread (woo) I got a main and she gon' ride (uhh) She took a quarter and she fled (uhh) I'm in the Lamb', so she gon' ride (yeah) I see the pain in shawty's light brown eyes (ooh) I'm at The London with some big thighs No fries, she eat steaks with the fish sides Didn't your mama tell you when something on fire, stop, drop and roll? Aw yeah I've been on the road like a pair of Sprinters at Stop-N-Go's (Yeah) I could charge 'em like a Dodge Hemi Demon Got your broad in the garage eatin' semen Every time a nigga go back to the ward Niggas act like they wan' start And we leave 'em on the cement (graw, graw!) Me-meet me at The London If you find time, we can run one Talk about some things, we can't undo You just send the pin, I can find you 6'1", on the money, 9'2" You just say the word and I'll run through Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew I, crash down, we get money (Hey) For the full town (Woah, when you won't play, I) I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say) And they know, I might (And fly, I...) Get down, might (Don't play) See the whole town every time, I... (Oh, every day) Yeah, they know what's up (Folks will say)