Fabolous - When I Feel Like It Feat. 2 chainz

  

Lyrics to When I Feel Like It Feat. 2 chainz by Fabolous

  [Intro: Fabolous] I ain't in no rush I handle you n-ggas when I feel like it I just be chillin'... yo' bitch is chillin' too Ha! [Chorus: Fabolous] When I feel like it, kill these hoes when I feel like it When I feel like it, that's my bitch when I feel like it When I feel like it, kill these n-ggas when I feel like it Now I do this shit when I feel like it When I feel like it, smoke one when I feel like it When I feel like it, pou' up when I feel like it When I feel like it, cash out when I feel like it Now I do this shit when I feel like it [Fabolous] The way it's shaped they say it's fake, I can't lie I still like it No snitch I can't tell if it look real and it feel like it She bend it over, I will hike it, number one pick, got skills like it Heard she f-cks with some ball player, when I touch down I still spike it Know I got that check on me, I'm not Nike but it feel like it At the game on them floor seats, I ain't Spike but I feel like it We ain't friends, we don't chill like it, you ain't my dog we don't bill like it My n-gga no camera man but he be flashing them steels like it Where I'm from it ain't Iraq but swear to God it get real like it Got soldiers in the field like it 'bout mine, you get killed like it Pussy n-ggas be commentating, say they ain't hating but it feel like it Just post a pic of me and his boo on Instagram, think he'll like it [Chorus] [2 Chainz] I ain't a chef I make meals like him, cut them up in thin slices I got bricks like construct'; you want instructions? You n-ggas ain't built like me Competition ain't real like me, I'm so sick, who ill like me? Two bricks in me suite, so when I leave I bet them bitches still diking Family good cause I feel like it, I'm hood cause I feel like it Might not be your favorite artist, but your favorite artist got a verse from me, so they still like it Ain't nobody popping seals like me, codeine like a supplement If I make her cum it's a compliment, n-gga f-ck you, like a parking ticket Now I got 'caine, like a walking stick, shoot you for a argument Make all my bitches take all your bitches and play hide and get I'm getting rich cause I feel like it, take your girl cause I feel like it Cash her out, toss her up, wash her up that's the spin cycle And them n-ggas never did like it, in the car and I got the title Grandma bought me a hand bible, I bought me a hand rifle Cause I feel like it, all you n-ggas look re-cycled And I'm getting head in the car, while she's driving (ERR!) [Chorus]