Feel Me
by Tyga

Album: Bitch I'm the S--t 2 (2017)
Charted: 104
  • Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Aye man this shit gotta be club
    Car and pussy at the highest level, nigga
    Ah! Bitch I'm the shit, feel me?
    Them niggas ain't this, feel me?
    911 on my wrist feel me?
    Not the time but the whip, bitch, feel me?

    Kylie Jenner thick, you gotta feel me
    "Happy birthday, here's a Benz", feel me?
    First, last name rich, feel me?
    Yeah, bitch, I'm the shit, feel me?
    We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
    I'm at the dealership like what's the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly!

    I need my cash money
    A milli, a milli, a milli, a milli
    These bitches is litty, my niggas is litty
    We lit up the city, you feel me?
    My hitters is humble, we hit up the city
    We skrrt off, we eat in a Bentley
    Take her shoppin', can't get that python through customs
    Hundred K for the PJ, fuck it
    Garment bags, no luggage, feel me?
    Getting money, you relate, feel me?
    Bank account liftin' weights, feel me?
    Let my niggas through the gate, feel me?
    Bel-Air estates (huh!)
    Hansen's with the cake
    I'm hands on with that cake
    I need my bitches A1
    I got a lot at stake, feel me?

    We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
    I'm at the dealership like what's the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly!
    Kim K thick, you gotta feel me
    At the dealership like what's the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly!
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly!

    Flew in for the fight, that's that thug life
    Pac sittin' shotgun next to Suge Knight
    Coogi, Coogi, Coogi, Coogi on
    Feels like I'm in the movie, holmes
    Texted my Consigliere (Who you tryna get crazy with? Don't you know I'm loco?)
    Tell the maid leave the Jacuzzi on
    That Calabasas 'cross the sweatshirt
    I wear it to a meetin' like a dress shirt
    Top shotta put the pressure
    Jamaican nigga with the mesh shirt
    There's levels to my retail
    The devil's in the detail
    Niggas be typin' hard as hell
    Goin' heavy metal on the email
    Niggas be so emo
    Catch feelings like a female
    Get quiet as a church mouse
    Phone soundin' like a seashell
    Niggas get so choked up
    I had to bring back the Spreewells, hahah

    We at the highest level, yeah I know you feel me
    I'm at the dealership like what's the dealy?
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly!

    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly
    Usher Raymond chain, it's too chilly!
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Writer/s: Michael Stevenson, Kanye West, Raul Gonzalez, Brandon Tillman, Alexander Edward
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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