เนื้อเพลง Feel That - Chris Brown
เนื้อเพลง Feel That
Ha! look!
Ok now usually I don't do this
But your ass, got me turnt up
Popping all that p*ssy, 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*tch 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*ggas, running from them b*tches
Make a n*gga rock n roll
I'ma hold my set up
Elevate like n*gga 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*tches on me
For me to be lonely
To worry about a b*tch that might be f*cking a homie
Low key, never that
I pull up with 40
Back up mothaf*cka, don't act like you know me
I be in that trap
When a n*gga was 13, I did that
Saw them jordan 13's
Sold an ounce n*gga I'm gon get that
Got that hunger for that p*ssy
I'm up here, that cloud nine
Smoking all of my sh*t
Now she feeling like she a 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 bringing that sh*t back
Never gon get it like this
Never gon, never gon get it like this
I got the bud, You f*cked 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 f*ck every girl in here
Okay I'm 23 tryna get billions
V.A n*gga on a stage and a n*gga paid
N*ggas 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*ggas in the lane
Tryna violate
3 seconds in the paint
23 I'm MJ
Too much
I got
F*ck n*gga that's your problem
Open her mouth up, open her mouth up
Give me the bottle
Oh sh*t, Your b*tch, she about to swallow
You smoking weed while I'm boo'ed up
Taking two L's Apollo
N*gga try to call her tomorrow
That number change
That's my b*tch
You crying about it, unfollow
Direct message to my d*ck
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*t
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 sh*t back
Okay now this is for my homies
Them n*ggas that never really had sh*t
Now everything I'm owning
You pay me in songs, that's a bad b*tch
Red chucks and that Cali life
My n*ggas riding for me
Rata tatata tatata tatat
All them hoes singing Jeep Cherokee
And your b*tch about to roll out
Visit her house, f*ck on the couch
Touching my d*ck, girl it's a pull out
Popping a molly, f*cking with b*tches that fool around
Smoking that good, we start f*ckin, 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*t 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 sh*t back