Erykah Badu - Feel It Lyrics
Artist: charli baltimore f/ teddy riley1 - can you feel it?Can you feel it?Can you feel it?[teddy riley]Its makin me hot, its makin me hotIts makin me hot, yo, yoCan you feel it?Can you feel it?Can you feel it?[teddy riley]Its makin me hot, its makin me hotIts makin me hot, yo, yo[charlie]Uh uh uhWanna test my waters? step inHot, no question, what? interested?Chick blessed in dropNo less than sick flowsTell me who the best in ill pitch, ill *****, hit itCats know I deliver blows, kill hitsKill the light switch, Im barkin in my cbTight chick with charts in mindHearts in my actressBetter address me with statusMs. and misses, yall whos and whatsCame in visciousEverything I touch, yall wanna get itCats wanna hit it, hide when I spit itWhat yall do? did it. wanna get it?Wanna get rich, imma show you moneyNow you want a hot chick, gotta throw your moneyWhy you wanna hate me, I dont know you moneyYall cats got late fees, I dont owe you moneyYall quick to wild out and just blow your moneyShould it stash high, burnin flashlightGirls need to know if youre stuck for moneyCats get sheisty, I might duck for moneyLet em know, you aint gettin buck for moneyAnd tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, whatRepeat 1Yo, yo, yo, yoFeel me come through hard so yall hear meTurn back? never, rap vendettaEach letter clever for that cheddarBall in cold weather, mink on the sweaterDont speak to heatherOnly fly lady certified indy, the rest gotta pay meChuck get shady, cats try to play meWaggin mercedes benz for the ladyMe that, so he that, where the keys at?Ride through, slide through for feedbackLike damn, she ballin, damn she that chickDamn, she tall and, damn she got hitsDamn, she mad cool, damn she been chillinDamn, mad jewels, damn she be spillinTrust, we gon all ball love yaPop bubbly, imma make yall love me, uhRepeat 1Yo, yoJust warmin up, chilled the whole songYall feel it yet? killed the whole songHaters game raw, aint nothin prettyBank head strong so checkbook prettyReach the wrong city, crooked schemesCounterfeit fiftys, crooked seamsNow I play scenesGenuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballersStay real stacks backs you facesBack to basics, flip rhyme bassesChuck goin lace it, yall gon taste itFresh new face, did it mark my spotMark my x, park my lex, watch be lexFace forgets nigga, lay some sexFlow dough from ***** to hoe, flip the doFlip the scripts, switch from hoe to *****, niggaRepeat 1 until fade
