Feel It chords by Young Thug

Intro:
Em C G D

Verse 1:
                       Em     C
I want that pussy in a Wraith
                         G
I'ma make sure lil' mama feel it
         D                               Em
Every eyeball that look at me, she wanna kill it
        C                           G
We make love, it be hot just like a skillet
        D                           Em
I don't wanna buy her love, I wanna build it
                             C                                       G
Build that bitch up from the ground, never want tear that bitch down
                                       D
Yeah, you know that this dick ain't no clown
                                        Em
You know this dick make you make sounds
                                C
I fuck that bitch good, I don't tease her
                                G
Nigga, that why she not leavin'
                                           D
And you know that I smoke on that kush, no Khalifa
                          Em
And I do it for my people
     C                   G             D
Yeah, I never ever met a girl like you
                        Em
I'm lovin' every single curve about you
    C                                 G
Ooh, you know I would smoke the whole world, 'bout you
          D                                 Em
Put on my suit, go get my boots, I'll go to jail 'bout you
             C
You know who you with
                                              G
Lil' baby stop playin', darlin', you know who you with
G

You know who you with
           D
Man I'm so for real
                                    Em
I copped you a coupe baby, I'ma chauffeur it
           C                                               G
Man I'm so for real these niggas be talkin', we bust it so for real
              D                                                 Em
I'm so geeked up on your lovin' I don't need no mollies, so for real
C
Behind closed doors it gets drastic
G
Pussy wet, I done worked magic
      D
Yeah, I am the truth so don't answer
      Em
Yeah, I shoot our vids and they plastic
      C                     G                       D
Yeah, I only call lil' mama baby when she say daddy


Chorus:
                               Em            C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
           G    D
Murder she wrote
                   Em                    C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
                          G
And she was popular way before me
             D                          Em     C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
                         G       D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
                              Em      C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
                      G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah


Verse 2:
Em
Make me feel it, make me feel it
C
Make me feel it, make me feel it
    G
Oh, I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
D
I wan' feel it, I wan' feel it
           Em
Baby, I'll give you head, give me ceilings
C
Come here bae, I'm appealin'
G
I'm locked down, all metal
D
Horseshoe, True Religion
Em
I'm dabbin', I'm dabbin'
                               C
I'll hop in your car, and I'll smash it, I'll smash it
                              G
I'm buyin' gold Rollies, yeah I'm Trinidad-in'
                                D
They look like they don't wanna fuck, but they actin'
                            Em
I'm pourin' up purple, that purple, yeah, Actavis
C                               G                        D
And I think I'm tough, you look tough, so let's clash it
           Em
War ready, I'm goin' steady
                            C
I fuck with Keisha, not the one from Belly
                     G
I wanna fuck and not talk and I said it
            D
I want that cat like a leopard
               Em
Let's go to Germany, no Shepherd
                  C
She don't need no hand, I'ma help her
                G
She barely keep it so I kept her
         D
Watch me tell her

Chorus:
                               Em            C
If that's your man, you better hold him down
           G    D
Murder she wrote
                   Em                    C
She held my little pack, she was wit' it
                          G
And she was popular way before me
             D                          Em     C
Now that I'm popular, I'ma still be the old me
                         G       D
I swear to God she wanna feel it
                              Em      C
When I do wrong, bae, make me feel it
                      G
I wanna hit it when I feel it
D
Yeah, yeah