|Intro|

Yeah, this a real nigga shit (feeling lonely)

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Yeah, gat me feeling lonely

Feeling lonely

She gat me feeling lonely

Yeah, feeling lonely (hey x3)

Xept on the shit

|Chorus| x2 [Xept]

How you feel when this nigga feeling lonely

Am chilling with my pistol

And we talking private

I've been down on my grind every weekdays

Fuck them hoes

What am chasing is the money

|Verse| [Douye Jnr]

First time she tell me say she no wan love me

Now you wanna have my baby

I ain't looking for no baby

I wanna make you my baby

Tell me what you want from me

Ama give you one, two, three

I've been chilling with my team

You be telling me

Cos, I ride for you, and I die for you

I need you around, I ball for you

You make me feel brand new

Come closer, come gimme that loving

Am balling

Bitch you gat me stalling

Now I no dey see front x2

See no front x2

|Chorus| x2 [Xept]

How you feel when this nigga feeling lonely

Am chilling with my pistol

And we talking private

I've been down on my grind every weekdays

Fuck them hoes

What am chasing is the money

|Verse| [D $mart]

Great x2, gang bang

For her, Ion even throw

I've been right

Nigga, I be on my goons at the door

I don't wine for no bitch

I tell her meet me at the call

I see that Tenny

I don't let a bitch she know

I just knock it when I gat a Yezus on the back

Make her tricky know

I don't laugh a nigga

I don't wrap it, I don't make her know

I'm smoking weed right, I ain't tell nobody, no

All my haters gonna to war

Taking, fuck a nigga slow

I know you be there for me

Tell me the cost, you be there for me

I turn these bitches, hoe

I adore you x3

Yeah, your momma know

I know we gat old roses

Swear you be there for me

I pray to God, yeah pray for me

Nobody get it my nigga

So the trick is so forcing

The holy need saucing like stunt

Make the money like Yezus

Seven jades for the money for me

Lamborghini and this broccoli for me

I gat my bitch in a lambo

|Chorus| x2 [Xept]

How you feel when this nigga feeling lonely

Am chilling with my pistol

And we talking private

I've been down on my grind every weekdays

Fuck them hoes

What am chasing is the money

|Verse| [Copper]

Your momma is gone

Daddy ain't fucking ain't enough

I'll be there looking

Can't believe she's anymore

Yeah am grinding

And am feeling on the new day

It's moon day, fuck all the new day

Call other hoes and told them

What you don't know, you feeling lonely

You the one that told your homies

Man, you feeling on me

Niggas don't know me

But bitches wanna get to know me

My momma ain't enough

My dad ain't enough

That ain't superb

Man, mommy ain't no more

You can hear the phone

No, fuck it, no more

You don't wanna test it

Man, you the one that be lonely

Don't fucking stay lonely

Yeah, you know what it is nigga

They don't know homie

Just like the homie need you doing it (for real)

Mommy me x2

I'll be missing you

|Chorus| x2 [Xept]

How you feel when this nigga feeling lonely

Am chilling with my pistol

And we talking private

I've been down on my grind every weekdays

Fuck them hoes

What am chasing is the money

|Outro| [Xept]

Yeah am paper chasing x2

Gat me feeling lonely

Yeah am paper chasing

Chilling with my pistol and talking private

Yeah, am paper chasing

Xept, Xept on the shit

This my fucking mixtape bitch

You know the shit