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Feel That

Chris Brown

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Ha, look O-O-Okay, now usually I don't do this, but your ass, got me turned up Poppin' all that pussy, booty bouncin', I got a ounce, roll up Wanna see you get loose, take my credit card, that's my account Lamborghini's on me, just so I can see the bitch ride around Everythin' I go, all the Ace in the air, better hide these hoes I do it like a show, about a hour 45 and I'm out the door I'm fly as hell with my clientèle, my pockets swole Got guns for them niggas, roses for them bitches, make a nigga Rock 'n' Roll I'ma hold my set up, elevate like nigga do better But if one night, I gotta take life You gon' see the residue from my Baretta I got way too many bitches on me for me to be lonely To worry about a bitch that might be fuckin' a homie Low key, never that, I put up a .40 Back up motherfucker, don't act like you know me I be in that trap, when a nigga was 13, I did that Saw them Jordan 13's, sold a ounce, nigga, I'm gon' get that Got that hunger for that pussy, I'm up in there, that cloud nine Smoking' on my shit, now she feelin' like she in mile high Feel that, won't you feel that? Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that Throw it in the air, where you live at? If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back Y-Y-You never gon' get it like this, never gon', never gon' get it like this I got a buzz, you fucked up, playin' that future, light years In V.I.P. put your purse right here, ass and your glass up, let's cheer And this party never stop until I fuck every girl in here O-O-Okay, I'm 23 tryna get billions, V.A. nigga on a stage and a nigga paid Nigga, better pay me millions, every time that I hit it and I blaze on a winter day What you mean I'm hoggin'? I'm ballin' hard, you other niggas in the lane Tryna violate, 3 seconds in the paint, 23 I'm MJ Too much, I got, fuck nigga, that's your problem Open her mouth up, open her mouth up, give me the bottle Oh shit, your bitch, she about to swallow You smokin' weed while I'm pilled up, takin' two Ls, Apollo You gon' try to call her tomorrow, that number change, that's my bitch You cryin' about it, unfollow, direct message to my dick 'Cause you never gon' do it like this, never gon', never gon' do it like this I was singin' as a kid but now I'm 23 with a clip, DJ better play my shit Feel that, won't you feel that? Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that (Yeah) Throw it in the air, where you live at? (Ha ha) If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back O-O-Okay now this is for my homies (Homies), them niggas that never really had shit (Yeah) Now everythin' I'm ownin' (Ownin'), 10 million sold, that's a bad bitch (Bitch!) Red chucks and that Cali life (Ha ha), my niggas ridin' for me Ratatatata, all them hoes singin' Jeep Cherokee And your bitch about to roll out, straight to the house Fuck on the couch, touchin' my dick, girl, it's a pull-out Poppin' a molly, fuckin' with bitches that fool around Smokin' that good, we start fuckin', I put it down So baby, what's the hold up? I'ma turn you on but let's turn it like that I know you feel that, feel that, feel that shit right now Feel that, won't you feel that? Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that Throw it in the air, where you live at? If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back

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