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Funkmaster Flex

Genres: Hip-Hop

I'm Not Feeling You - Yvette Michelle Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Oh, yeah, yeah 

 

I'm not feeling you 

No matter what you do 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

You know how I'm living 

Playa's never been my style 

This time you're not forgiven so 

Don't try to change my mind 

 

I know you want me 

And I know you want me bad 

I know you're thinkin' of me 

It's my turn not to care 

And that's why 

 

I'm not feeling you 

No matter what you do 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

I'm not feeling you 

No matter what you do 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

Let go, no flippin' out, my love 

I need someone to hold me near 

I need a man, don't try to buy my love 

I need someone to be right here 

Ah, no, no, no 

 

I know you want me 

And I know you want me bad 

I know you're thinking of me 

It's my turn not to care 

So I 

 

I'm not feeling you 

No matter what you do 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

I'm not feeling you 

No matter what you do 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

I'm not feeling you 

No matter what you do 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

I'm not feeling you 

No matter what you do 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

No matter what you say 

I'm leaving anyway 

 

Hey baby, yeah I'm alright, how you feeling? 

Come inside, yeah, come in, close the door behind you 

Yeah, I know, I'm home a little early from work today 

Yeah, you miss me baby? 

Yeah? I missed you too 

I missed you so much I followed you today 

Ah huh, yo son, yo son, don't raise up son, chill 

Sit down son I'm talking to you 

But I'm saying though 

Don't deny it, I saw you 

I saw you with your alcoholic secretary 

The one with the bad feet 

Walking, holding her hand 

Playing yourself as usual 

And you know you are known for playing yourself 

Instead of holding her hand 

You shoulda been putting some lotion on them crusty feet she got 

But anyway, I ain't gonna stress that 

It's all good 

You know your man Big Mike? 

Yeah, the first round draft pig, Big Mike 

I know you know him as Mike 

But I call him Big Mike 

Yeah, why you got your mouth open, boo, close your mouth 

'cause see, he's feeling me 

And I am not feeling you