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Post Malone

Genres: Hip-Hop

Feel Lyrics - Post Malone

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 

 

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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 

 

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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 

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