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Post Malone - Feel feat. Kehlani (Lyrics)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Post Malone
Post Malone
Vocals
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Programming
Idan Kalai
Idan Kalai
Programming
Trocon Roberts
Trocon Roberts
Programming
Kehlani
Kehlani
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trocon Roberts
Trocon Roberts
Songwriter
Austin Post
Austin Post
Songwriter
Ryan Vojtesak
Ryan Vojtesak
Songwriter
Idan Kalai
Idan Kalai
Songwriter
Kehlani Ashley Parrish
Kehlani Ashley Parrish
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Handsome
Charlie Handsome
Producer
Cashio
Cashio
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jeff Jackson
Jeff Jackson
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Louis Bell
Louis Bell
Vocal Producer
Barrington Hall
Barrington Hall
Recording Engineer
Nick Mcmullen
Nick Mcmullen
Recording Engineer
1st FKI
1st FKI
Producer
Mike Bozzi
Mike Bozzi
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

She talking that noise, take her loving with the dawn Always talkin' on the phone After we fuck in the morn' She wake up, she wearin' my clothes She always be callin' my phone She always be stealin' my clothes, yeah Askin' me how does it feel When you know you could buy out the store, yeah Yeah, I'm bringin' that down to the floor I'm droppin' the foreign in foreign Hey, I came a long way on my own, ayy I'm doin' this shit on my own, ayy I don't give a fuck what I'm told, ayy I came a long way on my own, ayy Now her pussy made out of gold, ayy I swear her pussy all in my soul, ayy She got that soldier Four days a hundred thousand Forever like a diamond She bring me back to life, yeah I'm so fly I'm martian Quit talkin' all that nonsense I'm just tryna fuck you 'til you don't know nothing I cross my t's and dot my i's yeah I'm for real (yeah, I'm for real) He hold me down (she hold me down) That's my shit (that's my shit) He buy whatever, he know the drill (know the drill) Don't need no pill (no pill, no) He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh He love that I say what I feel He feel what I say 'cause it's real You couldn't forget, I never changed up on my set And I only make calls to collect, that's why we connect We can go half on a jet, baby we on to the next Fuck all the stress Fuckin' with bitches who's new to the game when you got you a vet I know you like it when I act like I'm still shy Then turn around and put that thing in overdrive I'm down to ride I'ma keep you on my shoulder 'Cause every cold nigga need a bitch that's ten times colder I cross my t's and dot my i's yeah I'm for real (yeah, I'm for real) He hold me down (she hold me down) That's my shit (that's my shit) He buy whatever, he know the drill (know the drill) Don't need no pill (no pill, no) He whispered in my ear and told me feel, feel, feel, oh, oh, oh Hey, fuck me 'til I can't see straight Make me think that hoe was a mistake I just need to feel you all the time Ride hoe, ride hoe, alright, alright, alright
Writer(s): Austin Richard Post, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Ryan Vojtesak, Trocon Markous Roberts Jr., Idan Kalai Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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