How I Feel Lyrics - Chris Brown

Ha! look! 

Ok now usually I don't do this 

But your ass, got me turnt up 

Popping all that pussy, booty bouncing 

I got a ounce, roll up 

Wanna see you get loose 

Take my credit card, thats my account 

Lamborghini's on me, just so I can see that bitch ride around 

Everything I do, all the ace in the air, better hide these hoes 

I do it like a show 

About an hour forty five and I'm out the door 

I'm fly as hell with my clientele, my pockets swole 

Got girls on them niggas, running from 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 a life 

You gon see the residue from my biretta 

I got way too many bitches on me 

For me to be lonely 

To worry about a bitch that might be fucking a homie 

Low key, never that 

I pull up with 40 

Back up mothafucka, 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 an ounce nigga I'm gon get that 

Got that hunger for that pussy 

I'm up here, that cloud nine 

Smoking all of my shit 

Now she feeling like she a mile high 

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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 bringing that shit back 

Never gon get it like this 

Never gon, never gon get it like this 

I got the bud, You fucked up 

Playing that Future, Lightyears 

In VIP put your purse right here 

Ass and your glass up, lets cheer 

And this party never stops until I fuck every girl in here 

Okay I'm 23 tryna get billions 

V.A nigga on a stage and a nigga paid 

Niggas 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 

While 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 smoking weed while I'm boo'ed up 

Taking two L's Apollo 

Nigga try to call her tomorrow 

That number change 

That's my bitch 

You crying 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 singing 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 

Throw it in the air 

Where you live at 

If I get it tonight 

You bringing that shit back 

Okay now this is for my homies 

Them niggas that never really had shit 

Now everything I'm owning 

You pay me in songs, that's a bad bitch 

Red chucks and that Cali life 

My niggas riding for me 

Rata tatata tatata tatat 

All them hoes singing Jeep Cherokee 

And your bitch about to roll out 

Visit her house, fuck on the couch 

Touching my dick, girl it's a pull out 

Popping a molly, fucking with bitches that fool around 

Smoking that good, we start fuckin, I put it down 

So baby what's the hold up 

Ima turn you over 

But lets turn it like that 

I know you feel that, 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 bringing that shit back