Feel It Chords & Lyrics - Young Thug

[INTRO]
[Em] [C] [G] [D]

[VERSE 1]
I want that pussy in a [Em]Wraith [C]
I'ma make sure lil' mama [G]feel it
Every eye[D]ball that look at me, she wanna [Em]kill it
We make [C]love, it be hot just like a [G]skillet
I don't [D]wanna buy her love, I wanna [Em]build it
Build that bitch up from the [C]ground, never want tear that bitch down [G]
Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no [D]clown
You know this dick make you make sounds [Em]
I fuck that bitch good, I don't [C]tease her
Nigga, that why she not leavin' [G]
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no [D]Khalifa
And I do it for my people [Em]
Yeah,[C] I never ever met a [G]girl like you [D]
I'm lovin' every single [Em]curve about you
Ooh,[C] you know I would smoke the whole [G]world, 'bout you
Put on my [D]suit, go get my boots, I'll go to [Em]jail 'bout you
You know who [C]you with
Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who [G]you with
[G]You know who you with
Man I'm so [D]for real
I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chau[Em]ffeur it
Man I'm so [C]for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so [G]for real
I'm so geeked [D]up on your lovin' I don't need no mollies, so for [Em]real
[C]Behind closed doors it gets drastic
[G]Pussy wet, I done worked magic
Yeah, [D]I am the truth so don't answer
Yeah, [Em]I shoot our vids and they plastic
Yeah, [C]I only call lil' mama [G]baby when she say daddy [D]

[CHORUS]
If that's your man, you better [Em]hold him down [C]
Murder she [G]wrote[D]
She held my little [Em]pack, she was wit' it [C]
And she was popular way be[G]fore me
Now that I'm [D]popular, I'ma still be the [Em]old me [C]
I swear to God she wanna [G]feel it [D]
When I do wrong, bae, make me [Em]feel it [C]
I wanna hit it when I [G]feel it
[D]Yeah, yeah

[VERSE 2]
[Em]Make me feel it, make me feel it
[C]Make me feel it, make me feel it
Oh, [G]I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
[D]I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
Baby, I'll [Em]give you head, give me ceilings
[C]Come here bae, I'm appealin'
[G]I'm locked down, all metal
[D]Horseshoe, True Religion
[Em]I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
I'll hop in your car, and I'll [C]smash it, I'll smash it
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah [G]I'm Trinidad-in'
They look like they don't wanna [D]fuck, but they actin'
I'm pourin' up purple, that [Em]purple, yeah, Actavis
[C]And I think I'm tough, you look [G]tough, so let's clash it [D]
War ready, [Em]I'm goin' steady
I fuck with Keisha, not the [C]one from Belly
I wanna fuck and not [G]talk and I said it
I want that [D]cat like a leopard
Let's go to Ger[Em]many, no Shepherd
She don't need no [C]hand, I'ma help her
She barely keep [G]it so I kept her
Watch me [D]tell her

[CHORUS]
If that's your man, you better [Em]hold him down [C]
Murder she [G]wrote[D]
She held my little [Em]pack, she was wit' it [C]
And she was popular way be[G]fore me
Now that I'm [D]popular, I'ma still be the [Em]old me [C]
I swear to God she wanna [G]feel it [D]
When I do wrong, bae, make me [Em]feel it [C]
I wanna hit it when I [G]feel it
[D]Yeah, yeah