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YBN Cordae & YBN Almighty Jay - Make Me Feel
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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cordae
Cordae
Vocals
Almighty Jay
Almighty Jay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cordae Dunston
Cordae Dunston
Songwriter
Jarryd Klapper
Jarryd Klapper
Songwriter
Jay Bradley
Jay Bradley
Songwriter
Joel Little
Joel Little
Songwriter
Larry D. Griffin Jr
Larry D. Griffin Jr
Songwriter
Stuart Lowery
Stuart Lowery
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fast Beats Life
Fast Beats Life
Mixing Engineer
Epikh Pro
Epikh Pro
Producer
S1
S1
Producer

Letra

You make me feel, You make me feel, baby 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's 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 don't 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 I'm 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 don't 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 don't 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 Don't 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 don't 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
Writer(s): Larry Griffin, Joel Little, Stuart Lowery, Cordae Dunston, Jarry Klapper, Jay Bradley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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