Feel It

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 spot)

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

I don't wanna buy your love, I wanna build 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, I'ma chauffeur it (Skrrt, skrrt)

Man, I'm 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?)

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, oh, I swear to God she wanna feel it

Yeah, oh, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it

Oh, oh, I wanna hit it when I feel it

Oh, oh, 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)

And 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

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, oh

Yeah, oh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Yeah, oh, I swear to God she wanna feel it

Yeah, oh, when I do wrong, bae, make me feel it

Oh, oh, I wanna hit it when I feel it

Yeah, yeah