Jacquees - Ft Lloyd &amp; Rich Homie Quan - Feel It

Cinco

& the drinks too strong & the weed is too loud

IN MY BAG AGAIN

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BITTERSWEET VIDEO
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DfsEi5yvFic

[BITTER]

Yea aye
Maybe I’m still bitter 
Still real nigga, I’m still realer
In person instead of a still picture 
I still remember you was a hot one
I was ya cold nigga 
I was ya bill splitter
I was ya go getter
I was ya swipe right, when it was no tinder 
You was my 5’ 5”, cause you had short temper
I used to drive by when it was November
Leaves falling down
You can’t see me now, I may never come around
Look back it now, look at how you shut me down
The shit you saying now girl, read that shit out loud
How the fuck that sound, man I must look like a clown
But fuck it I still feel ya oh
I was your pussy killer
To break you down and then to build up
I was your healer
When you was down I’d help you get up, but now 
But now you bitter
We had a switch up, I’m out the picture
With no filter, no more attention 
It’s more friction, It’s more tension
The strangest thing that it is eleven, my phone lit up
Say it ain’t so, A I K O, I’m triggered 
Cause you threw me out like I’m litter 
But I’m bigger than my feelings 
Through your eyes I’m villain turned side nigga
Aye but fuck that maybe I’m still bitter

Yea real shit 
I would still hit her
Real nigga shit damn

[SWEET]

Turn me up

I still wish you the best, no reason to flex 
I would send you a text, but thats just reaching at best
I hope this hit you direct, no matter wrong or correct
Want you to stay strong when it get as hard as it get
Sound like a father and shit
Don’t know what type of love they calling this shit
I guess I’ll tell it like a artist and shit
This a short life, I’m glad you was a part of this shit
And when you need help I hope you get it
Hope you find ways of coping with it
Don’t let it hold your spirit stay focused with it
Your independence so consistent
Glow vivid with gold pigment
No kidding, now we both different
You can’t pretend it, you can’t mimic 
We ain’t finished
We feel apart even when it’s no distance 
We both missing, coexistence 
I’ll go with it, my soul healing 
I work often, goal driven
You in the hall of fame of bold women
You make the rest seem so timid
You walk in, lights dimming
I’m grinning, eyes talking
Mind spinning, time spending
We used to talk about the life with 5 children
The beach house with tides hitting 
Plus the foreign rides driven
But I’m tripping, I get it 
Some times I miss it 
I still wish you the best

Ohhh ohhhh
yea

1up 1time
yea 
1up 1time

Cinco

Vayu