Letra Feel the Wind - YN Jay
Just the life of a young boss
Rich before twenty-one
You know what I'm saying? I had a million dollars when I was twenty
You feel me?
Ayy, I could feel the wind
I ask God to forgive me, then I sin again
Ayy, I wanna win again
Young niggas hanging chops out of tinted vans
Spin once, if they ain't dead, I tell 'em spin again
I rock Amiri, I remember rocking Citi Trend
Hold on, that was a city trend
Ayy, I could feel the air
Get so high I'm right here, but forget I'm there
I can't catch feelings for— damn (You talking 'bout like feelings?)
I can't catch feelings for a bitch, I'll forget I care, man
Shit ain't happen overnight
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I— ah
She ain't let me fuck first night
I swear I had to wait for that shit
I swear I had to wait for that shit
I swear I had to wait for that shit
I swear I had to wait for that— ah
Bitch, I made it to the top, I had to wait for that shit
I want my food cooked, I had to wait for that shit
Baby get off work at nine, I had to wait for my bitch
Me and my girl full like I ate with my bitch
Four pockets full, 4PF, but I ain't Lil Baby
Riding 'round with seven-somethin' pounds like a lil' baby
At the crib suckin' on some tiddies like a lil' baby
I don't call my bitch my girlfriend, that's my lil' baby
Got a short girl that's cuckoo, she a lil' crazy
I was in middle school tryna go to prom, I ain't go to Sadies
Every time I fuck, I wrap it up, 'cause I don't want no babies
Every day I thank God for Priscilla, you don't know my auntie
Girl, you need some lotion on your arms, you got auntie elbows
My young nigga know jiujitsu, he throw eighteen elbows
Selling Coochie Runtz in Atlanta, I got ATL 'bows (Hah, what the fuck?)
Nigga pulled up with some fake Gucci like that can't be real clothes
Up early before the store open, like they can't be still closed
Up close looking at your jewelry like that can't be real gold
Bought an outfit, I'm in Neimans like I can't be real cold
Like you in Neimans Marcus or like you anemic?
Man
Rich before twenty-one
You know what I'm saying? I had a million dollars when I was twenty
You feel me?
Ayy, I could feel the wind
I ask God to forgive me, then I sin again
Ayy, I wanna win again
Young niggas hanging chops out of tinted vans
Spin once, if they ain't dead, I tell 'em spin again
I rock Amiri, I remember rocking Citi Trend
Hold on, that was a city trend
Ayy, I could feel the air
Get so high I'm right here, but forget I'm there
I can't catch feelings for— damn (You talking 'bout like feelings?)
I can't catch feelings for a bitch, I'll forget I care, man
Shit ain't happen overnight
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I swear I had to wait for this shit
I— ah
She ain't let me fuck first night
I swear I had to wait for that shit
I swear I had to wait for that shit
I swear I had to wait for that shit
I swear I had to wait for that— ah
Bitch, I made it to the top, I had to wait for that shit
I want my food cooked, I had to wait for that shit
Baby get off work at nine, I had to wait for my bitch
Me and my girl full like I ate with my bitch
Four pockets full, 4PF, but I ain't Lil Baby
Riding 'round with seven-somethin' pounds like a lil' baby
At the crib suckin' on some tiddies like a lil' baby
I don't call my bitch my girlfriend, that's my lil' baby
Got a short girl that's cuckoo, she a lil' crazy
I was in middle school tryna go to prom, I ain't go to Sadies
Every time I fuck, I wrap it up, 'cause I don't want no babies
Every day I thank God for Priscilla, you don't know my auntie
Girl, you need some lotion on your arms, you got auntie elbows
My young nigga know jiujitsu, he throw eighteen elbows
Selling Coochie Runtz in Atlanta, I got ATL 'bows (Hah, what the fuck?)
Nigga pulled up with some fake Gucci like that can't be real clothes
Up early before the store open, like they can't be still closed
Up close looking at your jewelry like that can't be real gold
Bought an outfit, I'm in Neimans like I can't be real cold
Like you in Neimans Marcus or like you anemic?
Man
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