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Charli Baltimore
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Feel It
作詞:Bacharach Burt F, David Hal, Kirkland Joseph
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
Uh, uh, uh Wanna test my waters? Step in Hot, no question, what? Interested? Chick blessed in drop No less than sick flows
Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit it Cats know I deliver blows, kill hits Kill the light switch, I'm barkin' in my CB Tight chick with charts in mind Hearts in my actress
Better address me with status Ms. and Misses, y'all who's and what's Came in vicious Everything I touch, y'all wanna get it Cats wanna hit it, hide when I spit it What y'all do? Did it, wanna get it?
Wanna get rich, I'mma show you money Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money Why you wanna hate me, I don't know you money Y'all cats got late fee's, I don't owe you money Y'all quick to wild out and just blow your money
Should it stash high, burnin' flashlight Girls need to know if you're stuck for money Cats get sheisty, I might duck for money Let 'em know, you ain't gettin' buck for money And tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, what
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
Yo, yo, yo, yo Feel me come through hard so ya'll hear me もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Turn back? Never, rap vendetta Each letter clever for that cheddar
Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater Don't speak to Heather Only fly lady certified Indy, the rest gotta pay me Chuck get shady, cats try to play me Waggin' Mercedes Benz for the lady
Me that, so he that, where the keys at? Ride through, slide through for feedback Like damn, she ballin', damn she that chick Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits
Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin' Damn, mad jewels, damn she be spillin' Trust, we gon' all ball love ya Pop bubbly, I'mma make ya'll love me, uh
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
Yo, yo Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song Y'all feel it yet? Killed the whole song Haters game raw, ain't nothin' pretty Bank head strong so checkbook pretty Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes Counterfeit fifty's, crooked seams
Now I play scenes Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers Stay real stack's back's you faces Back to basics, flip rhyme basses Chuck goin' lace it, ya'll gon' taste it
Fresh new face, did it mark my spot Mark my 'X', park my Lex, watch be 'Lex Face forgets nigga, lay some sex Flow dough from bitch to hoe, flip the do' Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to bitch, nigga
Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Can you feel it? It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
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