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letra de feel it (bttg) - young thug

[verse 1]
i want that p-ssy in a wraith
i’ma make sure lil’ mama feel it
every eyeball that look at me, she wanna k!ll it (on slime)
we make love, it be hot just like a sk!llet (woo, woo)
i don’t wanna buy her love, i wanna build it
build that b-tch up from the ground, never want tear that b-tch down
yeah, you know that this d-ck ain’t no clown
you know this d-ck make you make sounds (swear, yeah)
i f-ck that b-tch good, i don’t tease her
n-gg-, 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 you
put on my suit, go get my boots, i’ll go to jail ’bout you (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 n-gg-s 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
p-ssy wet, i done worked magic
yeah, i am the truth so don’t answer
yeah, i shoot our vids and they plastic
yeah, i only call lil’ mama baby when she say daddy (and what?)

[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
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
horseshoe, 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 trinidad-in’
they look like they don’t wanna f-ck, 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 (let’s clash, let’s clash)
war ready, i’m goin’ steady
i f-ck with keisha, not the one from belly
i wanna f-ck and not talk and i said it
i want that cat like a leopard
let’s go to germany, no shepherd
she don’t need no hand, i’ma help her
she barely keep it so i kept her
watch me tell her

[chorus]
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

- young thug

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