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Feel It Inside (feat. Ty Dolla $ign)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Bleu
Yung Bleu
Vocals
Ty Dolla $ign
Ty Dolla $ign
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremy Biddle
Jeremy Biddle
Songwriter
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Tyrone Griffin Jr
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nathaniel Alford
Nathaniel Alford
Recording Engineer
Rafael Fai Bautista
Rafael Fai Bautista
Recording Engineer
James Koo
James Koo
Producer
Keylan Laxton
Keylan Laxton
Mixing Engineer
Josh Daigrepont
Josh Daigrepont
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Keep it real I know what you want Love ain't what you want, I know you want sex Your friends, they fuck with me and they want next Been on this liquor, sent a drunk text Now I'm drunker than a fool Drop it down, gettin' loose Ain't no tellin' what this liquor can make me do Just tryna leave this club with you tonight Make her feel it inside, she can feel it inside I can't fit it inside, no Me and my niggas outside and we lickin' four-five Can somebody tell me where she go? Woah Tell me where she go? I'm tryna cuff her (huh) If she got some pretty toes, I'm tryna suck 'em, huh (oh) Them hoes in the front row, I'm tryna fuck 'em all (hey) What the fuck you come for if you ain't bussin' it? What you come for if you ain't twerkin' it? Money talk and I think you niggas can't interpret it I come from the trenches so you know that I deserve it Street nigga, I'm tryna put dick all in your cervix (yeah) Rich nigga, I'm tryna fit racks all in your Birkin, for certain Eat that pussy in the mornin', ain't too early (early) Head in the Rolls-Royce, it got me swervin' (yeah) And I know what you want (yeah) Love ain't what you want, I know you want sex Your friends, they fuck with me and they want next (next) Been on this liquor, sent a drunk text Now I'm drunker than a fool Drop it down, gettin' loose Ain't no tellin' what this liquor can make me do Just tryna leave this club with you tonight Make her feel it inside, she can feel it inside I can't fit it inside, no, oh Me and my niggas outside and we lickin' four-five (Dolla $ign, yeah) Can somebody tell me where she go? Woah Tell that woman that I'm lookin' for her And if you find her 'fore I do, then please, escort her To my section, or point me in the right direction Brown complexion Thick in the hips and she pretty in the face Every time I drive the Lamb', these niggas wanna race I don't race Teslas, Dolla $ign a rockstar, a father and investor Me and Yung Bleu drop this, we gon' need a good director, movie Shawty want a threesome, I just told her that it's Gucci Fried, I'm walkin' out the club with a two piece Live life, no regrets They got me pullin' out my phone, havin' pornstar sex, woah, woah 'Cause love ain't what you want, I know you want sex Your friends, they fuck with me and they want next (ooh, ooh) Been on this liquor, sent a drunk text Now I'm drunker than a fool Drop it down, gettin' loose (ooh, ooh) Ain't no tellin' what this liquor can make me do Just tryna leave this club with you tonight Make her feel it inside, she can feel it inside I can't fit it inside, no, oh Me and my niggas outside and we lickin' four-five Can somebody tell me where she go? Woah
Writer(s): Tyrone Griffin, Jeremy Biddle, James Koo, Teldrick Smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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