How Does It Feel - ian & 2hollis

Shut Up

uh idiots selling these around + not leaked by me 

ian - learnt my lesson (ft. 2hollis)

luh sosa

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lyrics
[chorus]
yeah, i been feelin metal
i feel like im flyin
i feel like im vettel 

(fuh-)
pop a xan jst to calm my mental
i got bands, ion drive no rental

[verse]
pop a xan cuz im fcked up
how is he yo mans if he's washed up
i turn it up inna function
how u know shit sweet? thats assumption

fuh, i aint in no hurry i aint rushin
said im gon revolt for my money, bih im russian
fck the waitin nga, rush em'
i do this for the gags, issa passion

[chorus 2]
(shi-)
i keep countin racks
me and bro look like smoke n stack
bih, lemme smoke this pack
paint these ngas red like its art attack
(x2)

[chorus repeats x2]

vettel

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lyrics
[chorus]
girl im ur pride and joy
she want her the real McCoy
im not ya average boy
im not ya- im not ya average boy

girl shake ur asset for me
u know i got sauce like soy
there's a whole lot more to the story
big up dem man from the OI!

i gotta keep swimming like dory
fw me and it might get gory
gettin rich, 101, im zoey
get lit, have fun, enjoy

she was keen to fuck like roy
is it too late now to say sorry (x3)

cmon, c- cmon
im in Maison Margiela
take a trip to Marbella
turn it up at Coachella
(x2)

[verse]
whatchu wanna do inna backseat?
whatchu wanna do inna backseat w/ me?

tell that fine gyal "come at me"
tell that fine gyal "come at me", u see

red in my eyes like Baki
red in my- red in my ride LaFerrari

sippin red wine, issa conti
ion like rum but mi luh sip Bacardi

[bridge]
(cmon, schyeah)
bad bih, xtra hot
im tryna put lean in my sippy cup
pour that codeine till the tippy top (cmon)
till the tippy top

(schyeah)
bad bih, xtra hot- hot- hot- hot- hot-
pour that codeine till the tippy top- tippy top- 
tip- tippy top

[chorus repeats]

im in maison margiela

BAGS ON BAGS

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lyrics
[chorus]
(yeah!)
im stylin on yall
my fifa ovr
big as overalls
(oh-yeah)

messi way i ball
semi in my drawls
call it one for all
(woah)

i jst pulled out the parking lot feelin dangerous
icing out my ngas on a real, fever contagious

mask up like jason
u could never get adjacent
cuz my pacing too amazing
im the goat jst face it

im the goat like James n em
speedboat we racing em
playin tag w/ my racks, u know thats fax
im always chasin em

maxed out like faze n em
max out like faze n em
mad hoes wih they ass out, they pass out
my gaze in em

[bridge]
hello bby whatchu tryna do?
we gon pull up to da stu
hello bby me and u

bby do u take me as a fool?
where my blick, boo?
where my 762?
(x2)

[verse]
my girl she obey
high up, Norway
mignon my fillet

the kid came to play
the kid went insane
and the kid had my name

matrix im leanin
codeine bih im leaning
fuck, then im leavin

brownskin, she beaming
tripped out, im geekin
all black, im demon

[chorus repeats]

TOO GEEKED

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