Chris Brown - Feel That lyrics

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Chris Brown - Feel That lyrics

Ha! look! Ok now usually I don't do this But your a**, got me turnt up Popping all that p**y, 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 b**h 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 n***as, running from them b**hes Make a n***a rock n roll I'ma hold my set up Elevate like n***a do better But if one night, I gotta take a life You gon see the residue from my biretta I got way too many b**hes on me For me to be lonely To worry about a b**h that might be f**ing a homie Low key, never that I pull up with 40 Back up mothaf**a, don't act like you know me I be in that trap When a n***a was 13, I did that Saw them jordan 13’s Sold an ounce n***a I'm gon get that Got that hunger for that p**y I'm up here, that cloud nine Smoking all of my sh** Now she feeling like she a mile high Feel that, won't you feel that Murder, murder Girl I'm gon k** that Throw it in the air Where you live at If I get it tonight You bringing that sh** back Never gon get it like this Never gon, never gon get it like this I got the bud, You f**ed up Playing that Future, Lightyears In VIP put your purse right here Ass and your gla** up, lets cheer And this party never stops until I f** every girl in here Okay I'm 23 tryna get billions V.A n***a on a stage and a n***a paid n***as 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 n***as in the lane Tryna violate 3 seconds in the paint 23 I'm MJ Too much I got f** n***a that’s your problem Open her mouth up, open her mouth up Give me the bottle Oh sh**, Your b**h, she about to swallow You smoking weed while I'm boo'ed up Taking two L's Apollo n***a try to call her tomorrow That number change That’s my b**h 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 sh** Feel that, won't you feel that Murder, murder Girl I'm gon k** that Throw it in the air Where you live at If I get it tonight You bringing that sh** back Okay now this is for my homies Them n***as that never really had sh** Now everything I'm owning You pay me in songs, that’s a bad b**h Red chucks and that Cali life My n***as riding for me Rata tatata tatata tatat All them hoes singing Jeep Cherokee And your b**h about to roll out Visit her house, f** on the couch Touching my dick, girl it's a pull out Popping a molly, f**ing with b**hes that fool around Smoking that good, we start f**in, 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 sh** right now Feel that, won't you feel that Murder, murder Girl I'm gon k** that Throw it in the air Where you live at If I get it tonight You bringing that sh** back