Chris Brown

Chris Brown - Feel That lyrics

rate me

OK, usually I don’t do this, but your as got me

Po-popping all that pussy, do it...

Wanna see you get lose,

Take my credit card, this my account!

Lamborghinis on me, just so I can see the bitch fly around.

Everything I do, all the hands in the air, but I got mine…

I do it like a show, no matter how many times that I’m at the door

I’m fly as hell with my clientel my pockets wide

Got girls in the list… make a nigga rock’n roll

But one night, I’m gonna take light…

I got way too many bitches on me

For me to be lonely but I... fucking the homie

… I put her before of that…

Got me in that trap,

When a nigga was thirteen, I’ve been that

..I’mma get that!

Got that hunger for that pussy

I’m busting down, that climax is talking on my shit

Now she feeling like she about to come!

Hook:

Chilling, I want you chilling

Like that, like that girl, I’m gonna kill it

Saw you in the are, where you’re living

If I get it tonight, you’re bringing this shit to me!

Never, never down, put it like this

Never down, never down, get it like this

I got a girl, you’re fucked up

… that future, right is…

Hands to the glass up, let’s chill

And this party never stops

Until I fuck every girl in here!

OK, I’m.. trying to get billions

…never wanna stay and nigga better pay me millions

Every time that I hit her and I blaze…

What you mean I’m…?

I’m balling hard, you other niggas in the lane

Trying to violate, three seconds..

I am ready, ready!

Too much, I got it,

Fuck nigga it’s your problem!

... oh shit, your bitch, she about to swallow

You’re smoking weed while I’m…

You can try to call it tomorrow

That number ten, that’s my bitch!

…direct missals to my bitch

You never gonna do it like this

Never gonna give it, never do it like this

Pussy never came, but now… my shit

Hook:

Chilling, I want you chilling

Like that, like that girl, I’m gonna kill it

Saw you in the are, where you live at?

If I get it tonight, you’re bringing this shit to me!

I pay night bitches for my homies

The niggas never really had shit

Made everything, I’m on it

.. it’s a bad bitch!

… in that Cadillac,

My nigga riding…

So baby, what’s that?

Hold on!

I’mma try you, homie, let’s put it like that!

I know you feel that, feel that shit right now!

Hook:

Chilling, I want you chilling

Like that, like that girl, I’m gonna kill it

Saw you in the are, where you live at?

If I get it tonight, you’re bringing this shit to me!

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