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Ybn Cordae – Make Me Feel Lyrics

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You make me feel,
You make me feel, baby

You make me feel like I never ever felt before
So whats the deal?
Never answer when Im at your door
I got the juice
Im surprised you havent heard by now
So whats the deal?
Got the foreign, we can close the top

You make me feel like a mothafuckin boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake em off
Hit the gas on em, leave em lost
Blow a bag on em, what it cost?
Two arms up, flex on em
You do it easy, you dont gotta break a sweat on em

You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh

This a mild summer, need new crib, a house hunter
Im a wild gunner, she go long like route runners
If your spouse wonder, she come to us or crawl back
All over with, I promise you that your trial done up
So get back, hit that, gave me whiplash
Get cash, flip packs til your wrist crack
Cause I know you know just what we like
So anything can happen for the night

You make me feel like a mothafuckin boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake em off
Hit the gas on em, leave em lost
Blow a bag on em, what it cost?
Pull our racks on em, now they looking lost
Two arms up, flex on em
You do it easy, you dont gotta break a sweat on em

You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh

Gucci shades, you dont let em see your eyes
You tired of niggas, they keep tellin you these lies
Red bottoms in the European size
Bought you a watch for your birthday surprise
Dont mind your friends, all they do is criticize
Dick up in her stomach, now she got butterflies
Matte black Lamb and the doors suicide
Might get down on one knee, hold up, bitch… I lied
You make me feel like a mothafuckin boss
Top down, now she wanna take it off
Haters on me, had to learn to shake em off
Hit the gas on em, leave em lost
Blow a bag on em, what it cost?
Pull our racks out, now they looking lost
Two arms up, flex on em
You do it easy, you dont gotta break a sweat on em

You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh
You make me feel, you make me feel like a boss
You make me feel like a boss, oh

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