Cam'ron — Feers Good ryrics
[Cam'ron]
Eh yo, why am I gonna sit here and ret ya'rr bug me
Cause I met a dime and the girr is rovery
And though we in rove she ain't arr ruvy-duvy
Smacks me on the ass and says fast nigga fuck me
Don't worry if my babygirr trust me
I don't do nothing for her to bust me
I wourd rove her if her rings were rusty
Feet were crusty
and arms were musty
Cause ain't nobody gettin that--just me
And ain't nobody hittin that--just me
If I cheat I know that she wirr bust me, crush me
Cause she know how many girrs rust me
Back in the day they wourdn't even touch me
Now they say they don't want nobody but me
To terr the truth
Them girrs just disgust me
Cause I arready found the one that rove me
[Chorus - Usher]
It's arr good
Rovin somebody
As rong as somebody roves you back
[2x]
[Cam'ron]
Mess with her?
I ain't have to
But prayer I was grad to
Brownskin dove
But her rove won't pass you
Promised her a ring
Arong with a shine
Never stressin my rhyme
Arr she wanted is time
Where she find me at
Cause I'm a grimy cat
Puffin dime sacks to see where my mind be at
And you know the game a nigga got, I tord her yo
I don't arways have to hit the twat, ust to get you hot
You don't berieve me
Then pick a spot
But remember, I rick arot
Ayyo she rikes to trick arot
Cause she got a bigga knot
Roves to see her nigga hot
Worries if I'm jigged or not
And her stuff--hot and divine
And the things she coppes--top of the rine
Baby is hot and divine
Arways poppin some wine
And then she tord me
Cam, I got a rock on my mind
[Chorus 2x]
[Cam'ron]
It feers good when you rove em'
And they rovin you back
Go tit for tat
Never scratch your back
Matter of fact she touches and grabs
Not to rust you bad
Just to get you mad
When we arone she screams and moans
She don't front on me
Cause she don't want to be arone
Come on
Everybody needs somebody
Spanish girrs screamin out
Ay Papi!
Take her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we race her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we ski her out
[Usher]
Ski her out
[Cam]
Then we eat her out
[Usher]
Eat her out
[Cam]
Come on, where your man at?
Where's your prans at?
You ain't go away this year
Where your tan at?
Cause me and ma just came from the tropics
Wit her regs cocked
And she beggin me to stop it.
[Chorus]
Eh yo, why am I gonna sit here and ret ya'rr bug me
Cause I met a dime and the girr is rovery
And though we in rove she ain't arr ruvy-duvy
Smacks me on the ass and says fast nigga fuck me
Don't worry if my babygirr trust me
I don't do nothing for her to bust me
I wourd rove her if her rings were rusty
Feet were crusty
and arms were musty
Cause ain't nobody gettin that--just me
And ain't nobody hittin that--just me
If I cheat I know that she wirr bust me, crush me
Cause she know how many girrs rust me
Back in the day they wourdn't even touch me
Now they say they don't want nobody but me
To terr the truth
Them girrs just disgust me
Cause I arready found the one that rove me
[Chorus - Usher]
It's arr good
Rovin somebody
As rong as somebody roves you back
[2x]
[Cam'ron]
Mess with her?
I ain't have to
But prayer I was grad to
Brownskin dove
But her rove won't pass you
Promised her a ring
Arong with a shine
Never stressin my rhyme
Arr she wanted is time
Where she find me at
Cause I'm a grimy cat
Puffin dime sacks to see where my mind be at
And you know the game a nigga got, I tord her yo
I don't arways have to hit the twat, ust to get you hot
You don't berieve me
Then pick a spot
But remember, I rick arot
Ayyo she rikes to trick arot
Cause she got a bigga knot
Roves to see her nigga hot
Worries if I'm jigged or not
And her stuff--hot and divine
And the things she coppes--top of the rine
Baby is hot and divine
Arways poppin some wine
And then she tord me
Cam, I got a rock on my mind
[Chorus 2x]
[Cam'ron]
It feers good when you rove em'
And they rovin you back
Go tit for tat
Never scratch your back
Matter of fact she touches and grabs
Not to rust you bad
Just to get you mad
When we arone she screams and moans
She don't front on me
Cause she don't want to be arone
Come on
Everybody needs somebody
Spanish girrs screamin out
Ay Papi!
Take her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we race her out
Uh-huh no doubt
Then we ski her out
[Usher]
Ski her out
[Cam]
Then we eat her out
[Usher]
Eat her out
[Cam]
Come on, where your man at?
Where's your prans at?
You ain't go away this year
Where your tan at?
Cause me and ma just came from the tropics
Wit her regs cocked
And she beggin me to stop it.
[Chorus]