Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Cordae
Cordae
Canto
Almighty Jay
Almighty Jay
Canto
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Autoría
Jarryd Klapper
Jarryd Klapper
Autoría
Jay Bradley
Jay Bradley
Autoría
Joel Little
Joel Little
Autoría
Larry D. Griffin Jr
Larry D. Griffin Jr
Autoría
Stuart Lowery
Stuart Lowery
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Fast Beats Life
Fast Beats Life
Ingeniería de mezcla
Epikh Pro
Epikh Pro
Producción
S1
S1
Producción

Letra

You make me feel like I never ever felt before
So what's the deal? Never answer when I'm at your door
I got the juice, I'm surprised you haven't heard by now
So what to do, got the foreign we can cruise the town
You make me feel like a motherfuckin' boss
Top down now she wanna' take it off (Off)
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off (Shake 'em off)
Hit the gas on em, (Skrr) Leave em lost (Leave em lost)
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Pullin racks out, now they lookin' lost (Looking lost)
Two arms up flex on 'em (Flex!)
You do it easy you ain't gotta break a sweat on 'em (Ooh)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
(Ok)
It's a mild summer, need new crib, a house hunter
I'm a wild gunner, she go long like Route Runners
If your spouse want her, she come to us, a clout gunk
All over with I promise you that your trial done up
So get back, hit that, gave me whiplash
Get cash, flip pack till 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 motherfuckin' boss
Top down now she wanna' take it off (Off)
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off (Shake 'em off)
Hit the gas on em, (skrr) Leave em lost (Leave em lost)
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Pullin racks out, now they lookin' lost (Looking lost)
Two arms up flex on 'em (Flex!)
You do it easy you ain't gotta break a sweat on 'em (Ooh)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
Gucci shades, you don't let 'em see your eyes (Your eyes)
You tired of **** that keep tellin' you these lies (Lies)
Red Bottoms in a European size (European)
Bought you a watch for your birthday, Surprise! (Ooh)
Don't mind your friends, all they do is criticize (Criticize)
Dick up in her stomach, now she got butterflies (Butterflies)
Matte black Lamb' and the doors suicide (Skrrt)
Might get down on one knee, hold on bitch I lied (Ooh)
You make me feel like a motherfuckin' boss
Top down now she wanna' take it off (Off)
Haters on me, had to learn to shake 'em off (Shake 'em off)
Hit the gas on em, (Skrr)
Leave em lost (Leave em lost)
Blow a bag on 'em, what it cost?
Pullin racks out, now they lookin' lost (Looking lost)
Two arms up flex on 'em (Flex!)
You do it easy you ain't gotta break a sweat on 'em (Ooh)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
You make me feel (You make feel like a boss, you make me feel like a boss)
Written by: Cordae Dunston, Jarryd Klapper, Jay Bradley, Joel Little, Larry D. Griffin Jr, Stuart Lowery
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