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H.A.W.K. f Trae

Make `Em Feel It

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[Hook]We gon make, you niggaz feel thisPut your hands in the air, and pump your fistsMake you tear the club up everytime, we spitSo listen to this real shit[H.A.W.K.]I`ma make `em feel it, like you feel the holy spiritWhen you hear it you fear it, and your mind can`t clear itYou hear it, now bob your headYou heard what I said, get wild like a bull seeing redWhy you acting like you scared, throw your hands in the airAnd shake your derriere, for this Southside playaBeware, of the lyric contentCause shit is my scent, and it`s highly evidentThese cats got me bent, they must be crazyI rock like Jay-Z, and these labels they pay meYou lazy, and out of your belligerent mindTo think your cash flow, is equivalent to mineI done waste time, on wine and dineI spit rhymes and grind, and meet my deadlineI`m smart like Einstein, the savior of mankindI flow like enzymes, and I`ll blow your mind[Hook]We gon make, you niggaz feel thisPut your hands in the air, and pump your fistsMake you tear the club up everytime, we spitCause we gon make you feel thisWe gon make, you niggaz feel thisPut your hands in the air, and pump your fistsMake you tear the club up everytime, we spitSo listen to this real shit[Trae]Ain`t no fucking with us, take it out cock it we bustDeep down in Texas we tough, tear the club up niggaz we roughYou don`t wanna plex with us, raw and untamed better ride with a AKKeep a bitch nigga saying mayday, and I will spray for the pay dayIn the worst way like a Maab nigga, for the eight nigga I`ma split a niggaLike a throwed verse, lyrically leaving a nigga in a hearseI`m a thug and a renogator, and a Southside hood waverA 84 block skater, and a bad ass bitch invaderWe so thoed but solo, united for cashWhen I`m in my fo`-do` my trunk glow, with S.U.C. on my dashAt a club we roam knocks, in the hood we bleed blocksIn a car we ride drops, on cock with a missing topLil` Trae Guerilla Maab, with H-A-W-KFrom red to blue or grey, my niggaz we don`t playFrom shining to throwing bows, we platinum on down to goldAnd living out of control, to keep it crunk fa sho[Hook][H.A.W.K.]Abra-cadabra, hocus pocusSit back and feel, this explosive doseA lyrical hypnosis, is what I put you inAnd time and time again, I do damage with a penA lyrical time bomb, and I`m bound to get you sprungAnd if you ain`t feeling this, then your body is numbLike Nelly I`m number one, or numero unoThe size of a sumo, more vicious than KujoMore styles than judo, and I got room to throwI`m thugging like Fat Joe, and I`m watching my thoed growI move in slow-mo, and blowing on do-doOn 20`s and squatted low, and on locks I tip-toeAnd for my lil bro, I`ma mash the gasCollect the cash, and move the Benz up another classThe greatest like Ali, on the grind like Bun-BAnd the words that I use, make you say golly[Hook]

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