Young Thug

Young Thug - Feel It lyrics

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[Intro]

Wheezy



[Verse 1]

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 Slime)

We make love, it be hot just like a skillet (woo, woo)

I don't wanna buy her love, I wanna build it

Build that bitch up from the ground, never want tear that bitch down

Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown

You know this dick make you make sounds (swear, yeah)

I f**k that bitch good, I don't tease her

Nigga, that why she not leavin' (what?)

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

Pussy wet, I done worked magic

Yeah, I am the truth so don't answer

Yeah, I shoot our vids and they plastic

Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy (and what?)



[Chorus]

If that's your man, you better hold him down

Murder 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)

I swear to God she wanna feel it (yeah)

When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it (yeah)

I wanna hit it when I feel it

Yeah, yeah



[Verse 2]

Make me feel it, make me feel it

Make me feel it, make me feel it

Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it

I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it

Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings

Come here bae, I'm appealin'

I'm locked down, all metal

Horseshoe, True Religion

I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'

I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it

I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in'

They look like they don't wanna f**k, but they actin'

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

I f**k with Keisha, not the one from Belly

I wanna f**k and not talk and I said it

I want that cat like a leopard

Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd

She don't need no hand, I'ma help her

She barely keep it so I kept her

Watch me tell her



[Chorus]

If that's your man, you better hold him down

Murder 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, I swear to God she wanna feel it

Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it

Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it

Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it

Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it

Yeah, yeah
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