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    Charlie Who? / Lyrics

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    "Feel It" Lyrics

    Charlie Who?

    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    Can you feel it?
    [teddy riley]
    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?
    [teddy riley]
    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, ya'll who's and what's
    Came in viscious
    Everything i touch, ya'll wanna get it
    Cats wanna hit it, hide when i spit it

    What ya'll 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
    Ya'll cats got late fee's, i don't owe you money
    Ya'll 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

    [Repeat 1]

    Yo, yo, yo, yo
    Feel me come through hard so ya'll hear me
    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

    [Repeat 1]

    Yo, yo
    Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song
    Ya'll 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

    [Repeat 1 until fade]
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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