| I want that pussy in a Wraith
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| I’ma make sure lil' mama feel it
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| Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it (on Slime)
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| We make love, and it hot just like a skillet (woo, woo)
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| I don’t wanna buy your love, I wanna feel it
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| Build that bitch up from the ground, never won’t tear that bitch down
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| Yeah, you know that this dick ain’t no clown
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| You know this dick make you make sounds (swear, yeah)
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| I fuck that bitch good, I don’t tease her
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| Nigga, that why she not leavin' (what?)
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| And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
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| And I do it for my people (I swear)
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| Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you (what?)
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| I’m lovin' every single curve about you
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| Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, 'bout ya
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| Put on my suit, go get my boots, I’ll go to jail 'bout ya (let's go)
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| You know who you with
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| Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who you with
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| You know who you with
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| Man I’m so for real
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| I copped you a coupe baby, you’re my chauffeur real (skrrt, skrrt)
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| Man I am so for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real (for real)
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| I’m so geeked up on your lovin' I don’t need no mollies, so for real (for real)
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| Behind closed doors it gets drastic
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| Pussy wet, I done worked magic
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| Yeah, I am the truth so don’t ask it
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| Yeah, I shoot our kids in the plastic
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| Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy (and what?)
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| If that’s your man, you better hold him down
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| Murder she wrote
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| She held my little pack, she was with' it
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| And she was popular way before me
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| Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
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| Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
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| Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
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| Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Make me feel it, make me feel it
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| Make me feel it, make me feel it
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| Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
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| I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
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| Baby, I’ll give you head, give me ceilings
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| Come here bae, I’m appealin'
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| I’m locked down, all metal
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| Horsehoe, True Religion
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| I’m dabbin', I’m dabbin'
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| I’ll hop in your car, and I’ll smash it, I’ll smash it
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| I’m buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I’m Trinidadian
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| They look like they don’t wanna fuck, but they actin'
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| I’m pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis (lean, lean, lean)
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| Aaaaand I think I’m tough, you look tough, so let’s clash it (slat, let’s clash)
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| War ready, I’m goin' steady
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| I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
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| I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
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| I want that cat like a leopard
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| Let’s go to Germany, no Shepard
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| She don’t need no hand, I’ma help her
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| She barely keep it so I kept her
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| Watch me tell her
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| If that’s your man, you better hold him down
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| Murder she wrote
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| She held my little pack, she was with' it
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| And she was popular way before me
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| Now that I’m popular, I’ma still be the old me
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| Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
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| Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
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| Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, I swear to God she wanna feel it
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| Yeah, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
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| Yeah, I wanna hit it when I feel it
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| Yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Feel It , by - Young Thug. Song from the album Beautiful Thugger Girls, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп