Feel That Chris Brown

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[Intro]
Ha, look

[Verse 1]
O-O-Okay, now usually I don't do this, but your ass got me turnt up
Poppin' all that pussy, booty bouncin', I got a ounce, roll up
Wanna see you get loose, take my credit card, that's my account
Lamborghini's on me, just so I can see the bitch ride around
Everythin' on go, all the Ace in the air, better hide these hoes
I do it like a show, about a hour-forty-five and I'm out the door
I'm fly as hell with my clientèle, my pockets swole
Got guns for them niggas, roses for them bitches, make a nigga rock 'n' roll
I'ma hold my set up
Elevate like, "Nigga, do better"
But if one night, I gotta take life
You gon' see the residue from my Beretta
I got way too many bitches on me for me to be lonely
Worry about a bitch that might be fuckin' a homie
Low-key, never that, I put up a .40
Back up, motherfucker, don’t act like you know me
I be in that trap, when a nigga was thirteen, I did that
Saw them Jordan 13’s, sold a ounce, nigga, I'm gon' get that
Got that hunger for that pussy, I'm up in there, that cloud nine
Smokin' on my shit, now she feelin' like she in mile high

[Chorus]
Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that
Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at?
If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back