Feeling U

Baby I'm feeling you
Can I get a drink with you
Can I get next to you
Can I get a dance with you
Baby I'm feel you
In the VIP with you
Getting turned up with you
I'm going home with you

Now you tell by the way I move and the way that I talk
And the way I put I it down I'm the mother fucking boss
So bartender keep the drinks coming
I'm a keep tipping if the ass keep jumping
Bouncing perfect timing when I'm rhyming
You a nine and plus one if you mine and
Tonight is the night I wanna see you dancing
Shaking that killing it like Charles Mason
I'm tipsy off the whisky that I sip see I toss Em up then down
Lil' mama fine as a mother fucka, sit with a winner baby its going down
Get turned up in this bitch
Buying out the bar cause I'm motherfucking rich
I got a little problem cause a nigga got gas
That I pass when I burn one and flick off the ash
And nigga wanna keep it going, pouring up and sipping
Set tripping at the bar big spending
Splurging, with the urge and to keep guzzling
Money and nothing to nigger when he hustling
And I ain't MC Gusto
Pockets straight, never Low Cash, is you loco?
Grove Records, Grove Entertainment
Liquor house Productions check the bank statements
In the streets, in the clubs, in the parking lot
We keep in hot, when we heat up the block
Straight like that my nig; never gets juned
And hood love it when they hear this tune
Glad that nagger done made it from a goon
To a man with a plan, CEO in the room
Now it's a bonus when I flow to a tune
Use to be broke but now a Tycoon

Baby I'm feeling you
Can I get a drink with you
Can I get next to you
Can I get a dance with you
Baby I'm feel you
In the VIP with you
Getting turned up with you
I'm going home with you

TMT in the VIP
But I got mingle cause the boy is a G
On the dance floor with vengeance and they witness
The relentless moves on baby girl fitness
I'm sweating and I'm in this
Non-stop, don't stop in other words I'm getting it
Put it down on baby girl's bottom
Did a little move to the groove then I got em
Back thirsty, need another round
But not till I show her how your boy get down
Work it on the stage like I work it in the bed
Freaky McNasty is what they call me
Balling like 06 Jim jones
I know why I'm fly cause I'm in my own zone
Higher like plane that's in the ozone
Good golly miss molly, my head is blown
My head blown, my head blown
In a stall, in the bathroom, my head blown
My head blown, my head blown
One hit from the molly in the zone
Gave me dome I'm a give her brain
I'm feeling good so fuck the head games
I'm a take her home, or to a hotel
Or the Motel; holiday inn
If she with it, let me stick it and hit it
It's so perfect, to bring her friend
Cause she thick and got a fat ass
Looking like she with it and I know yawl fast
She smoke gas; she got her own place
To chill and roll up, and take one to the face
Now yawl with it, yawl both get a pass
Let get away cause the night won't last

Baby I'm feeling you
Can I get a drink with you
Can I get next to you
Can I get a dance with you
Baby I'm feel you
In the VIP with you
Getting turned up with you
I'm going home with you



Credits
Writer(s): Groveboy T.m.t.
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