Feel Up

Boy, you went crazy, you must've went out of your mind
Don't hit me a week, and then say can you come get me a line?
When we're together you never tell me how you feel
And lately I've been looking for something that's real

You should just feel up
Touchin' on me like it's real love
Baby, come on and just feel up, oh-oh-oh
Make me feel like this is real love

Feelin' on that, feelin' on that, feelin' on that, fool
Give a bad bitch a baby, ayy, it's a booby
Trap, ooh, she in a two-piece, it's a movie
How you show her real love? Fuck in the jacuzzi
I be showing real love, I'm nice to Mama
And daddy don't approve, but he know I got them commas
He told me "Look son, just keep out the drama"
I said "Okay pops"
Lyin', wearing Prada
I swear to God I'm that nigga, she that bitch
I swear to God she skinny, but I hit it like she thick
I'm crazy for her so she with all the crazy shit
She always under me, she a down ass bitch

Feel up
Touchin' on me like it's real love
Baby, come on and just feel up, oh-oh-oh
Make me feel like this is real love, real love

How you gon' hate on my girlfriends and think I don't know?
Then hit me and say, "Can I get VIP to the show?" (VIP to the show)
We used to stay up all night talking, now I just don't know (I just don't know)
Now you been turning your back on me, got me so cold

You should just feel up
Touchin' on me like it's real love
Baby, come on and just feel up, oh-oh-oh
Make me feel like this is real love, real love
Real love, real love, real love, real love
Real love



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Writer(s): Mark Morales, Roy C. Hammond, Nathaniel V. Jr. Robinson, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, Marc Randolph Griffin, Mark Cory Rooney, Pia Mia Perez, Kirk S. Robinson
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