Feel It Lyrics - Kid Ink
1 (Chorus)
2 Can you feel it?
3 You can turn me up
4 Can you feel it?
5 You can turn me up
6 So you can feel it
7 You can turn me up
8 I got this bottle on me
9 Shots on three
10 Can you feel it?
11 (Verse 1- Kid Ink)
12 Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray
13 In the building like, this is where I stay
14 My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate
15 Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uuuh
16 Now let me see you shake your body off tempo
17 Your body so cold and I could see all of the symptoms
18 If you come into my section, aint even gotta mention
19 It's about a couple bitches, bragging switchers on my n-ggas and we
20 Getting it, you should come and feel this
21 Live the sweet/suite life, need a filling/feeling
22 Take a hit, inhale then release
23 Got a pocket full of trees, baby we aint gotta leave 'till u
24 (Chorus)
25 Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321
26 Can you feel it?
27 Can you feel it?
28 (Verse 2 - Los)
29 Lets go baby
30 I told her, honey how it feel?
31 If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you
32 In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh
33 My watch be wnking at you, my link be blowing kisses
34 Yea bitch I'm blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes
35 I'm swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow
36 My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow (CARMELO!)
37 I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard
38 If I post up on this, she'll be sending you post cards
39 She love how f-cking a celebrity feel
40 I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel
41 I'm definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills
42 And we be rolling rolling blowing strong
43 Going going going, gone
44 (Chorus)
45 (Verse 3- Meek Mill)
46 Uh uh
47 Hoe you don't feel it when I guess you parapelegic
48 Should I son (sun) a n-gga, it feels like I'm playing with Phoenix
49 And I'm balling with my shot like I'm Gilbert Arenas
50 And I'm breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus
51 Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up
52 Clothes stay hotter than furnish, they waiting on me like hurry up
53 Yea, I'm on the web like Charlie,
54 Don't panic, don't clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets
55 She's like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti
56 T-t-taliking bout the game, in a pocket like polly
57 And all my niggas that he ride with, chrome
58 Put that metal to your side like an iphone 4
59 And that's when you
60 (Chorus)
61 Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321
62 Can you feel it?
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