Feel Good - Lil Debbie

You know you fuckin' with the real now

Li’l bitches better chill down

Fuck the fame, started out I didn’t have a crumb to my name

We eatin' five course meals now

And I’m still down, couple bands in the paper bag

Switchin' lanes with the paper tags

Type of swag that can make 'em mad

Tellin' bitches tryna take a jab

I just fuckin' laugh, ha

Bitch, you better get it right

I don’t need the love, can I get a light?

Spotlight, fuck your oversight

Bitches must’ve thought I got this overnight

Silly hoes, really though

Bitch, you better know the deal

Hit 'em with some new shit

So you bitches know it’s real overkill

You in the presence of the motherfuckin' ruler

Just point me to the mission, I’m the driver and the shooter

Bitch, I get it

What it look like?

Bitch, I feel good

Left the trap for this rap, but I’m still hood

Bitches livin' shit but they ain’t livin' this good

Got this paper on my own, wish a bitch would

What it look like?

Bitch, I feel great

Top down, buck 50 on the interstate

Used to get it by the gram, now it’s real way

Turned the bitches that are hatin' and I’m still straight

Straight down so it’s only looking up now

And your city gettin' busy when I touch down

My days one’s the only bitches that I trust now

All I need is weed and a swisha for me to buss down, on gawd

Bitches always asking how I do this shit?

Time again I remind them I ain’t new to this

Number one stunna always see me in the newest shit

Couple bands, can’t remember how I blew this shit, oh lawd

Toast to the bitches who told me I’ll never do this

Laughing at them bitches who told me we never be up

Now the same bitches is salty and lookin' foolish

Now it’s paparazzi, red carpets I know you bitches see us

I know you see us, and you hate to see me winnin' ha

Love me back when I was broke in the beginnin' ha

Still the same, I just had to change a lane up

Get my change up, bitch, but I ain’t never change up

So pour a cup, roll a blunt it’s a celebration

To you sour ass hoes, it’s a dedication

Smilin' in my fuckin' face, they be hella hatin'

Cuz we eatin' over here, bitch, we hella cakin'

Yeah we hella cakin'

Yeah we hella cakin'

In the kitchen whip it proper, yeah we hella bakin'

Yeah we hella bakin'

Yeah we hella bakin'

Debbie back to killin' bitches only god can save

What it look like?

Bitch, I feel good

Left the trap for this rap, but I’m still hood

Bitches livin' shit but they ain’t livin' this good

Got this paper on my own, wish a bitch would

What it look like?

Bitch, I feel great

Top down, buck 50 on the interstate

Used to get it by the gram, now it’s real way

Turned the bitches that are hatin' and I’m still straight