Letra Drop my feelings K Camp

Drop my feelings

Nah but listen to this song real quick
I like this song hold up, hold up, hold up
(RARE Sound)
(It's that trappin' in London for sure)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (okay)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Oh yeah), let's go
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah

Drop, drop my feelings (Drop my, drop, drop my, drop, drop my, drop, drop my, drop)
Drop my feelings (Shit, shit)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss, my pockets been goin' through a muhfuckin' healin' (Ha, ha)
Stack my money to the ceilin' (L?t's go)
AMG coupe no ceilings
Bounce back from a loss, my pock?ts been goin' through a muhfuckin'

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (okay)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Oh yeah), let's go (Drop my feelings)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Hmm, feelings)

Got a lil' bitch that I met last night, shit, I'm tryna take her ass out
Made me some mil', but you know I want more, shit, you know I'm gon' figure that out
Hustle, hustle (Hustle), hustle (Hustle), even in a drought
Rockin' Dior, pocket full of hunnids
I ain't gettin' what? Better watch your mouth
Walked in with 'bout 30
K in my trousers
Pop me a ten, we gon' fuck for hours
I got hoes in Miami, in Broward (Broward)
Give her full show, this a champagne shower
Thought I miscounted, let me count it again
Blues on blues, now watch em' all spin
I swear to God I ain't goin' broke again
Jumped in the foreign, let her hair in the wind

Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (okay)
Yeah, yeah (Yeah), yeah (Oh yeah), let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go (Drop my feelings)
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah, yeah, okay
Yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (Yeah), yeah (My feelings), shit

Drop my feelings
It ain't hard, jump out my feelings (Yeah)
I had to drop my feelings