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Feel It Inside Video (MV)




Performed By: Bleu
Featuring: Ty Dolla $ign
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Jeremy Biddle, Tyrone William Griffin Jr




Bleu - Feel It Inside Lyrics
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[ Featuring Ty Dolla $ign ]

Keep it real
I know what you want

Love ain't what you want, I know you want sex
Your friends, they f*ck 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? Whoa

Tell me where she go? I'm tryna cuff her (huh, oh-oh)
If she got some pretty toes, I'm tryna suck 'em off (huh, oh-oh)
Them hoes in the front row, I'm tryna f*ck 'em all (yeah)
What the f*ck 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
Street nigga, I'm tryna put dick all in your cervix (yeah)
Rich nigga, I'm tryna Forex all of 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 f*ck 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
Me and my niggas outside and we lickin' four-five (Dolla $ign, yeah)
Can somebody tell me where she go? Whoa

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
Fightin', I'm walkin' out the club with a two piece
Live life knowing
'Cause they got me pullin' out my phone havin' pornstar sex, whoa, whoa

'Cause love ain't what you want, I know you want sex
Your friends, they f*ck 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 inside, no
Me and my niggas outside and we lickin' four-five
Can somebody tell me where she go? Whoa
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English

Keep it real
I know what you want

Love ain't what you want, I know you want sex
Your friends, they f*ck 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? Whoa

Tell me where she go? I'm tryna cuff her (huh, oh-oh)
If she got some pretty toes, I'm tryna suck 'em off (huh, oh-oh)
Them hoes in the front row, I'm tryna f*ck 'em all (yeah)
What the f*ck 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
Street nigga, I'm tryna put dick all in your cervix (yeah)
Rich nigga, I'm tryna Forex all of 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 f*ck 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
Me and my niggas outside and we lickin' four-five (Dolla $ign, yeah)
Can somebody tell me where she go? Whoa

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
Fightin', I'm walkin' out the club with a two piece
Live life knowing
'Cause they got me pullin' out my phone havin' pornstar sex, whoa, whoa

'Cause love ain't what you want, I know you want sex
Your friends, they f*ck 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 inside, no
Me and my niggas outside and we lickin' four-five
Can somebody tell me where she go? Whoa
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle, Tyrone William Griffin Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, EMPIRE PUBLISHING

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