You Don’t Look Too Shabby Lyrics is Sung by FelixThe1st & Dreya Mac. You Don’t Look Too Shabby Lyrics is written by Che Jones.
Song Details
| Song Title | Own Brand Freestyle |
| Singer | FelixThe1st & Dreya Mac |
| Songwriter | Che Jones |
| Album | Own Brand Freestyle |
| Music Label | FelixThe1st |
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Own Brand Freestyle Lyrics
[Verse 1: FelixThe1st]
Little niggas really wan’ at me (At me)
Lockdown, still doing up Cali (Cali)
Gingerbread man, can’t catch me (No)
Flexed up like they really move pally (Pally)
I don’t want ish just at me (At me)
I just want money, that’s calm
Teenage, never worry ’bout acne
[Verse 2: Dreya Mac]
Like, I ain’t ever been with a baddie (With a baddie)
She calm, so I add her to the tally
Madison, but I’m calling her Maddy (Yeah)
Like, Mads, try send me the addy
Buss a right, then a left at the alley (The alley)
Like, Drey, you don’t look to shabby (You don’t look too-)
Geordie ting come from The Valleys (Valleys)
Like, I just wanna play with that fanny (Gimme that, gimme that)
[Verse 3: FelixThe1st]
Lil’ miss, I really wan’ play with that pussy
Baby, she give me the wet (WeT)
I make that pussy squirt
I tell her, “Felix go first” (Wait)
She wanna tell me she love me
I tell her “I’m cool” so I tell her to skrrt (Yeah)
My little bitch do the dirt (Nah)
She don’t wan’ hear me, she left (Nah, nah, nah)
[Verse 4: Dreya Mac]
Like Dreya too forward, Dreya too bait
Dreya too nuff (Like, Dreya too nuff)
Keep on assuming, I don’t correct
I call your bluff (Like, I call your bluff)
Gyal think they’re nice, hmm, nah
You ain’t buff (Like, you ain’t buff)
You’re lookin’ rough (Like, you’re lookin’ rough)
So just give me the stuff (Like, give me the stuff)
[Verse 5: FelixThe1st]
Ayy, she moving forward, she ain’t important
Gimme the love (Like, gimme the love)
Like, bitch I want clarting, it’s something you got for me
Baby, what’s up? (Like, baby, what’s up?)
I want the pussy, baby, let me come and just fuck it up (Just fuck it up)
[Verse 6: Dreya Mac]
She don’t know what I’m about
Let me give you a head start (Let me just give you this start)
Dreya the best (Dreya the best)
Say it with chest (Uh, uh, uh, uh)
Grabbin’ her breast (Ooh, yeah)
Let me caress (Like, let me caress)
She ain’t under duress (No)
No, she ain’t feeling no stress (Nah, nah, nah, nah)
I’m like, “Come here, babe, sit on my lap
Run your hands through my dreads”
[Verse 7: FelixThe1st]
Bitch, ah
I blow smoke, chim-chimney (Smoke)
Bad bitch, she not feelin’ me
Fuck sake Felix, come like frenemy (Woo)
Like Oliver Twist she begging for more
Like, sis, just pour the Hennessy (Yeah)
Get set, fuck the ready, we steady, B (Ah, ah)
She taste special, Miss, what’s the recipe? (Ah, ah)
I give her like four, give me ten of each (Mwah)
[Verse 8: Dreya Mac]
Shit, she want the best of me
Flip her over in bed ’til she rest in peace
Beat up the pussy and pray that she rest in peace (Bitch)
[Verse 9: FelixThe1st]
She sniffing that Disney shit (Nah)
She call it that Good Luck Charlie (Good Luck Charlie)
All these bitches wanna party (All wanna party)
They on me, they all on my body (All on my body)
She rock, she popping the Molly (Bitch)
She don’t wanna fuck with my squady (Nah, nah)
She wanna love on me only (Yeah)
She don’t wanna love on nobody (Love on nobody)
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