Feelin' Me

Chorus x2: So you feelin me, right I put that good old dick in your life Have you facing forward, grab your hair Introduce you to this real nigga Not them other squares Verse 1: She's like, "You know you're gonna fuck Got me doing crazy things, feeling like a slut" I'm like, I'm the type that'll beat it up Til you nut like that's what's up Bending over, let me hit it from the back Wanna bite that with your head back Never thought you'd like that What you really wanna do, don't fight that Bending over, making you cum Now you're right back I know exactly how you feel inside If you only knew how I pursue The freaky shit I'll put you through I'll flip the script on a chick Have her screaming for the dick As I pursue to take her chips I'm on some other type of shit And I'll never love a ho Always on a money mission, always on the go Any little breezy wanna get it, let me know But we gotta move fast 'cuz I can't go slow I have no time for playing games Fuck bitches, treat them the same Pussy drippin wet, screaming my name Chorus x2: So you feelin me, right I put that good old dick in your life Have you facing forward, grab your hair Introduce you to this real nigga Not them other squares Verse 2: What you really wanna know Have this bad bitch, thick thighs, nice eyes Run about 5'5", I hit it from the back Grab her hands, pull it back Hear the clap, hear the clap Then I put her on her back Knew this bitch named Dasia Said I was a mac, put the silly ass trick on the track So many hoes, try to get a mothafuckin nigga trapped Now they heard that I rap Now they're running, like "Rick, take me back" This sexual seduction got you lovin the way that I'm fuckin, no frontin Lovin the real in a nigga, consumed, so what are you wantin I know exactly how you feel inside You despise, visualize between the lies With fantasies of you and I And they wanna get all sentimental Feel the pressure when the type of nigga like me stick it in the middle She's like, "Can you be a little gentle, cuz the way you beat it up got me feelin funny mental" Yall bitches come a dime a dozen It was nothin, so what you thought it really is, what it really wasn't Chorus x2: So you feelin me, right I put that good old dick in your life Have you facing forward, grab your hair Introduce you to this real nigga Not them other squares Verse 3: You're lovin the way that I'm stickin this dick in you Finger fuckin yourself when I'm not with you Pushin back, said that it's too deep up in you I got many bitches, so how can I miss you The truth is, I'm not trying to be rude But it's like, every single broad that I came through, ran through Got a little stuck up, fucked up attitude Let's start this introduction with some sexual seduction Hypothetically speaking, your strong feelings got you fussing My past bitches turned out to be nothing So the only thing that's on my mind, "You sucking or fucking?" Let's just be fuck friends No sentimental trials or tribulations Push it in your face and sexual relations Late night demonstrations, spermicidal lubrication Just in case, in penetration, got you facin' situations Expression through respiration Chorus x2: So you feelin me, right I put that good old dick in your life Have you facing forward, grab your hair Introduce you to this real nigga Not them other squares