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op $av. - feel it lyrics

(sam crane)
3 o’clock

(mike watts)
that one?

(sam crane)
yeah that one, that one right there

(allie b)
i hear it on your words
your game is too rehe-rs-d
change it up boy
if you want to ever take me home

(mike watts)
i can feel it coming up
from my stomach
not enough
cause i love it
give it up to me baby
every day
drive me crazy
got the juice
in my liver
i just want to make you quiver
keep me warm as i shiver
hoping you take
i’m a giver
bought a drink
now we dance the night away
honey tell me what you think
would you sip on some rose
wearing leather with the mink
f-ck what peta gotta say
im just tryna have some fun
livin fast chevrolet
what we talking bout drinks?
girl i know the bartender
tell me what’s your name
can’t seem to remember
take another sip
wake up from the bender
need her on my hip
so my legs don’t surrender
trapping out the bar
got the whole crew wildin’
liquor all around
if you sober that’s an island
smoke on my brain
weighing heavy on my eyelids
f-ck another side chick
i’m in love with my b-tch
loving life
keep her moving all night
do her right
while these phonies all wrong
i was scheming all along
look at you
baby girl you too cute
i talking at you
tryna figure out what to do
lemme get you something

(allie b)
i hear it on your words
your game is too rehe-rs-d
change it up boy
if you want to ever take me home
speaking with a slur
you were just talking to her
pack it up boy
but first i will take that rum and c0ke

(sam crane)
hey shawty what you sipping what your name is?
i ain’t even really tripping off the lane switch
bartender finna pour up the tequila
i’m tryna lock the booty down can i feel ya?
show stop when you walk in the door
cold like it’s u.k. don’t f-ck wit da snow
i got my honda civic wimme if you ready to roll
and i know it’s ain’t the move
but next week it’s the rolls
shawty
i’ve tried it all before
tryna get you through that door
i know ya feel the same
don’t you play no mo no
uh the way you move it make the time stop
drop back it up make it bounce until the clock stop
i’m tryna get ya t-tties poppin out the crop top
flip it over get you wetter than a raindrop
did it last week, you know i’ll hit the same spot
have you bouncing on the boy playing hop scotch
noises f-cking with the neighbors let em eavesdrop
then she hit me with that look like boy stop
hey

(mike watts)
all the homies off the dank in the club
spending bank in the club
don’t think in the club
to all my homies off the drank in the club
you should put them hands up
high up in the club girl

(sam crane)
now if you tryna ditch ya mans in club
maybe you should holla at my mans in the club
maybe y’all could pop a couple xans in the club
get handsy and drunk get ya dancing and stuff

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