Feel It

K-Major sauce (K-Major sauce)

I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm gon' make you feel it
Da-da-da da da da, da-da-da da da da
I'm-I'm-I'm, I'm gon' make you feel it
I'm gon' make you feel it
I'm gon' make you feel it
Da da-da-da, da da-da-da, da da-da-da
I'm gon' make you feel it
Da da-da-da, da da-da-da, da da-da-da

Tell me why you wanna be bad (bad)
Tell me why you wanna be bad, babe (be bad, babe)
Sweating while you calling me daddy (daddy)
Givin' you the best you ever had, babe (had, babe)
Make me feel like you ain't never had it (had it)
Stretching you out like you are elastic (elastic)
Turn around, poke it out so I can grab it (grab it)
Flip that ass over like we in gymnastics (gymnastics), you nasty (oh)

Uh, ah, baby, tell me that you want it deeper
I don't never wanna come out (out)
Put you in a coma, yeah, a sleeper
I know that your body's been in drought (so, girl)

I'm gon' make you feel it
Da da-da-da, da da-da-da, da da-da-da
I'm gon' make you feel it (whoa)
Da da-da-da, da da-da-da, da da-da-da

Tell me, do you wanna be bad?
Tell me, do you wanna be bad, babe?
With the shots, pow-pow, you bust off like an Uzi (Uzi)
Think I'm gonna need another mag, babe
Back that ass up on me like I'm Juvie
'Bout nothing but action in this movie
It's going down, turn around, let me feel yo' booty
I'm a private in your parts
I'm at duty, girl, give it to me

Uh, ah, baby, you remind me of my Jeeper
The way your body's bouncing up and down (down)
Feels like a tsunami or Katrina
I swear I am deep enough to drown, oh girl

I'm gon' make you feel it
Da da-da-da, da da-da-da (oh), da da-da-da
I'm gon' make you feel it
Da da-da-da, da da-da-da (oh), da da-da-da
Da-da-da da da da (da da-da-da)
Da-da-da da da da (da-da-da da da da)
Da-da-da da da da (da-da-da-da-da-da)
Da-da-da da da da (da-da-da-da-da-da, hey)
Ooh, I'm gon' make you feel it

Take you to the hole, play D on (D?)
Why she want me on (D?)
Easy, I'ma free throw it (swish) take it, I'm a D-boy
Talkin' about girlfriends
When you know a young nigga got like three of 'em (I got like three)
And you so insecure about that lil' shit
Damn, why a nigga can't see others? (Oh no, oh no)
Damn, why we can't just be lovers

'Til the end of time? (Time)
I fuck with you forever (forever)
Little friend of mine (of mine)
Let's bring this shit together (together)
Make you feel it in yo' belly (your stomach)
I can't sing this shit no better (no, no)
I'ma hit like the pedal
Won't you make it last forever?

Hit you from the back, I know that (I'm gon' make you feel it)
Ay, that right too (da da-da-da, da da-da-da, da da-da-da)
Hit you from the back, I know that (I'm gon' make you feel it)
Da da-da-da, da da-da-da, da da-da-da (Rich Homie, baby)
Da-da-da da da da
I'm gon' make you feel it (da da-da-da)
Da-da-da da da da
I'm gon' make you feel it (da-da-da da da da)
Hit you from the back, I'm gon' make you feel it
Da-da-da da da da (ooh)

I know that I'm gon' make you feel it (feel it)
I know that I'm gon' make you feel it
Hit you from the back (back), hit you from the back (back)
I might hit you from the back (back), I'm gon' make you feel it
Yeah, I'm gon' make you feel it (I'm gon' make you feel it)



Credits
Writer(s): Lloyd Polite, Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Kendricke De'mond Brown, Nathaniel B. Steward, Rodriquez Jacquees Broadnax
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