Представляем точный текст композиции "Love How It Feels" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Jacka (The) . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Love How It Feels» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Jacka (The) передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Jacka (The) - "Love How It Feels"
Lyrics to Love How It Feels : (feat. Husalah) [Jacka] Lets go I come through bitch With my muthafuckin niggs And I couldnt give a fuck By how you hoes feel Dip through with the steel All in a bitchs face Put my sticker on her ass Tell her let a nigga pass At the summer jam With my backstage pass Bought em from the base So we thuggin on the grass Watchin time pass Cuz Im waitin on the real shit Performin at the after party Sold when you see a mix Scream real loud bitch Like your real proud A G got tossed in the crowd Then I got lost in the cloud In the Benz With my nigga Twin Honkin at her and her friends Watchin her, watch the rims I bet they wanna hop in Even though they on dubs Too love what a thug do I know you got your bread right Lets see if your head right In the traffic in the middle of the night [Chorus x4] Do you love what you feel In love with you [Husalah] Real gangsta Yo, uh, yo Real gangstas everywhere Smokin rope in the alley Just dont care Swangin eights in the alley The Hus long here All the hoes on my dick I got to be there But Id rather hang out And hustle all year Cuz the paper dont stop The block is on pop Its the dope game, cocaine Locced out to the brain Give shit bout a bitch Silly with the chop man Id rather hang Wit my niggas on the drug spot Dont talk on a snitch when his gun pop 1 double O duece 3 Niggas gettin packed in a row fo deep Movin on Fourth Street Yeah ho, check out my shit I couldnt give a shit about A shitty haired bitch Tossed up, purssed slut Tryin to get rich Slide my shit down a ['] and burned Gone on a bitch Gettin dope-fiend dumb Nigga gone off this shit And I dont pop pills I pop niggas with the clip You faggot ass nigga What are you smokin' I know to dip hard To the knock Im yokin Like what All my murder dub niggs in Oakland And my Hunters Point hustlas Keep the chapper smokin Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas All you child ass turkey I dont fuck wit suckas Havin fun like its 81 The hoes love the way My perm hang in the sun Im outtie 5 G [Chorus x4] [Jacka] What up bitch, yeah thats me You a model from L.A. But you couldnt believe All the shit that you seen When you came to my house Thought it was a hard cock Till you seen it float out Rob sittin on the leather couch Lookin like Bob Smokin more than a ounce Close the door Took a trip upstairs Got sucked on the floor Then I called her a whore And I spend way more Than your pops can afford So get the fuck out for real You punk bitch And I aint nothin like Any of the niggas you fuck wit Just ask Boo James Thats my DJ, hell tell ya Aint nothin worse than a failure So get your shit together Punk niggas tryin to send em And see whats in em And every love that I drop On a chick is venom I got bitches that suck way more Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank Thats so real I better paint a picture in your brain You must be lame if you cant [echoes out] [Chorus x4] [ Love How It Feels Lyrics ]
Содержание трека помогает не только запомнить любимые строки, но и ощутить связь с Jacka (The). Возможно, вы заметите, как лирика «Love How It Feels» перекликается с вашим опытом, или найдёте ответы на давние вопросы. Эта страница создана для ценителей музыки: здесь вы сохраните текст для личного использования, поделитесь им с друзьями или используете в творчестве. Погружайтесь в мир слов композиции «Love How It Feels» — каждая строчка здесь обретает новый смысл.