Make Me Feel
You make me feel,
You make me feel, baby
You make me feel like I never ever felt before
So what's the deal?
Never answer when I'm at your door
I got the juice
I'm surprised you haven't heard by now
So what's the deal?
Got the foreign, we can close the top
You make me feel like a mothafuckin' boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off
Hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em lost
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Two arms up, flex on 'em
You do it easy, you don't gotta break a sweat on em
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
This a mild summer, need new crib, a house hunter
I'm a wild gunner, she go long like route runners
If your spouse wonder, she come to us or crawl back
All over with, I promise you that your trial done up
So get back, hit that, gave me whiplash
Get cash, flip packs 'til your wrist crack
'Cause I know you know just what we like
So anything can happen for the night
You make me feel like a mothafuckin' boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off
Hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em lost
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Pull our racks on 'em, now they looking lost
Two arms up, flex on 'em
You do it easy, you don't gotta break a sweat on em
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
Gucci shades, you don't let 'em see your eyes
You tired of niggas, they keep tellin' you these lies
Red bottoms in the European size
Bought you a watch for your birthday surprise
Don't mind your friends, all they do is criticize
Dick up in her stomach, now she got butterflies
Matte black Lamb and the doors suicide
Might get down on one knee, hold up, bitch... I lied
You make me feel like a mothafuckin' boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off
Hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em lost
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Pull our racks out, now they looking lost
Two arms up, flex on 'em
You do it easy, you don't gotta break a sweat on em
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, baby
You make me feel like I never ever felt before
So what's the deal?
Never answer when I'm at your door
I got the juice
I'm surprised you haven't heard by now
So what's the deal?
Got the foreign, we can close the top
You make me feel like a mothafuckin' boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off
Hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em lost
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Two arms up, flex on 'em
You do it easy, you don't gotta break a sweat on em
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
This a mild summer, need new crib, a house hunter
I'm a wild gunner, she go long like route runners
If your spouse wonder, she come to us or crawl back
All over with, I promise you that your trial done up
So get back, hit that, gave me whiplash
Get cash, flip packs 'til your wrist crack
'Cause I know you know just what we like
So anything can happen for the night
You make me feel like a mothafuckin' boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off
Hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em lost
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Pull our racks on 'em, now they looking lost
Two arms up, flex on 'em
You do it easy, you don't gotta break a sweat on em
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
Gucci shades, you don't let 'em see your eyes
You tired of niggas, they keep tellin' you these lies
Red bottoms in the European size
Bought you a watch for your birthday surprise
Don't mind your friends, all they do is criticize
Dick up in her stomach, now she got butterflies
Matte black Lamb and the doors suicide
Might get down on one knee, hold up, bitch... I lied
You make me feel like a mothafuckin' boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off
Hit the gas on 'em, leave 'em lost
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Pull our racks out, now they looking lost
Two arms up, flex on 'em
You do it easy, you don't gotta break a sweat on em
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
Credits
Writer(s): Larry Griffin, Joel Little, Stuart Lowery, Cordae Dunston, Jarry Klapper, Jay Bradley
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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