Feel It Lyrics - Young Thug

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 Slime) 

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

I don't wanna buy your love, I wanna feel it 

Build that bitch up from the ground, never won't 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 fuck 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 ya 

Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout ya (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, you're my chauffeur real (skrrt, skrrt) 

Man I am 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 ask it 

Yeah, I shoot our kids in the plastic 

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 

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 

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 

Horsehoe, 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 Trinidadian 

They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin' 

I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis (lean, lean, lean) 

Aaaaand I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it (slat, let's clash) 

War ready, I'm goin' steady 

I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly 

I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it 

I want that cat like a leopard 

Let's go to Germany, no Shepard 

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

She barely keep it so I kept her 

Watch me tell her 

Photos 

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