"Feel It" lyrics

Wheezy

I want that pussy in a Wraith
I'ma make sure lil mama feel it
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it (On spot)
We make love, and it hot just like a skillet (Woo, woo)
I don't wanna buy your love, I wanna build it
(Yeah, oh...) Build that bitch up from the ground, never gon' tear that bitch down
(Yeah, oh...) Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown, you know this dick make you make sounds, swea (Yeah)
(Ohh, oh...) I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her, nigga, that's why she not leavin' (And what?)
(Ohh, oh...) And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa, and I do it for my people (I swear)
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you (What?)
I'm lovin' every single curve about you
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world 'bout you
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout you (Let's go)
You know who you with, lil baby, stop playin', darlin', you know who you with (You know who you with)
Man, I'm so for real, I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chauffeur it (Skrrt, skrrt)
Man, I'm so for real, these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real (For real)
I'm so geeked up on your lovin', I don't need no Mollies, so for real (For real)
Behind closed doors it gets drastic (Hey)
Pussy wet, I done worked magic (Yeah)
I am the truth so don't answer (Yeah)
I shoot FNs and they plastic (What?)
Yeah, I only call lil mama baby when she say daddy (And what?)

If that's your man, you better hold him down
Marriage she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me

(Yeah, oh...) I swear to God she wanna feel it
(Yeah, oh...) When I do wrong, bae make me feel it
(Ohh, oh...) I only get it when I feel it
(Ohh, oh...) Yeah, yeah

Make me feel it, make me feel it (Yeah)
Make me feel it, make me feel it (Hey)
Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it (Yeah)
I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it (Hey)
Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings (Woo)
Come here bae, I'm appealin' (Woo)
I'm locked down, all metal (Hey)
Horseshoe, True Religion (Whoa, Thugger)
I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it (Skrrt)
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in' (Yeah)
They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin' (Woo)
I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis (Lean, lean, lean)
And I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it (Let's clash, let's clash)
War ready, I'm goin' steady (Hey)
I fuck with Keshia, not the one from Belly (Whoa)
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it (What?)
I want that cat like a leopard (Grrrr)
Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd (Whoa)
She don't need no hand, I'ma help her
She barely keep it, so I kept her
Watch me tell her

If that's your man, you better hold him down
Marriage she wrote
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
And she was popular way before me
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me

(Yeah, oh...) I swear to God she wanna feel it
(Yeah, oh...) When I do wrong, bae make me feel it
(Ohh, oh...) I only get it when I feel it
(Ohh, oh...) Yeah

Yeah, oh
Yeah, oh
Ohh, oh
Ohh, oh

(Yeah, oh...) I swear to God she wanna feel it
(Yeah, oh...) When I do wrong, bae make me feel it
(Ohh, oh...) I only get it when I feel it
(Ohh, oh...) Yeah, yeah