🎵 Feelings // by Flight

25 ContributorsFeelings Lyrics [Intro] Ayy, man No matter what the circumstances is (561) Never let a nigga or a female get in the way of your success (Yeah) Anytime they come back to apologize (FTC), hit 'em with the [Chorus] Fuck your feelings (Yeah, yeah) Fuck your motherfucking feelings, bitch (You ain't shit) Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Fuck your motherfucking feelings, nigs (561) Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit (Flight Team, stand up) Fuck your motherfucking feelings, bitch (Get out my face) Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, bitch Fuck your motherfucking feelings, nigs (561) Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit (Flight Team) [Verse 1] Ayy, what's good, you worthless piece of shit? (What's good, lil' nigga?) You's a pathetic little lying fucking bitch (Why?) Lied and said you lost feelings for him (Lies) Left me for your ex who came fresh from the pin (Five years though?) Said you keep it trill to the end (Lame) Fuck you and them niggas' whole fucking clique (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Them pussy niggas ain't 'bout no shit (No) How's it feel to kiss all on my fucking dick (Ah) Nigga said he want my head, he's a trip (Okay, okay) But I had your bitch dripping all on my fucking dick (Ow) [Chorus] Fuck your motherfucking feelings, bitch Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit (No) Fuck your motherfucking feelings, nigs Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit (No) [Verse 2] Ayy, what's good you dusty-braided bitch? (Well, well, haha) Is you mad or not, I got a better chick (Yeah, yeah) Had to leave me cause you couldn't close your clit (Mm-mm) Invested my whole trust all up in this bitch (Wow) Went from a public to a private bitch (Why she lying though?) I ain't gon' flex, she had me stupid bent (Woo) Fooled thinking shit was gonna last to end (Ow) Her dad yappin' at the mouth, that's why I'm 'bout to bust a clip (Brr) [Chorusl] Fuck your motherfucking feelings, bitch (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit (No) Fuck your motherfucking feelings, nigs (561) Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit (FTC) [Verse 3] Ayy, what's good you false-claiming bitch? (Lame) You stupid Lil Bibby-looking fucking bitch "Queen of L-Dub" my ass, you stupid bitch Lead me on to something, let me start with this (Ow) Sunset weekend mall, spotted a certain chick Super swagged out all in my fucking kicks (Ow) Boy oh boy, a nigga couldn't resist (Yeah, yeah) So I grabbed her by the waist, so do you got a friend? (Come here, girl) I'm talking about a boy, but with the fucking friend (Ooh) But this stupid lil' thot started to ask me what's my Gram (Okay) Had to asked her for them digits in the end (Haha) She threw hella flags, but still gave her ass a chance (Ooh) Just know, if this kid gets another chance I swear I'm about to catch a motherfucking case again If I run into this bitch, I'ma catch a case again Catch a case again (Ooh) [Outro] Feelings, you stupid bitch (Yeah) Y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, y'all ain't shit, 561 You stupid nigs, 2017 Flight Team Flight Team, stand up