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Can You Feel It Video (MV)




Performed By: Kid Lit Music
Length: 3:05
Written by: Michael Romeo




Kid Lit Music - Can You Feel It Lyrics
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Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Grab the Henny, should I hit it or not
Hell yeah, alright, niggas sipping it up
Where's the tab, pass that, niggas picking it up
Dance moves, activate, yeah its hitting the spot
The beat's sick, and it clicks, DJ kicking it up
Bad bitch waist wine as she ticking the butt
Fam's here politicking, crew clicking it up
Rolex wrist flicking, wont be sticking me up
Rapping, but not trapping, went to college
If a nigga get to yapping, that's a challenge
I don't want to get to clapping, I'm a savage
You can call me Nick Cannon, I'm the wildest
Thinking with the quickness, I'm a wizard
Tongue quicker than the split one on a lizard
Haters shiver, when the blizzard I delivered
Niggas bitter that I'm bigger throwing glitter
Got the sour, fire flicking the fiend
Marijuana, might go make me a meem
Water the flower, quickly quenching the queen
Another hour, baby blowing the bean
Play in the pussy, check the coochie is clean
Unlock the oozie, scared the sucker would scream
Sip on a smoothie, flatty tummy the tea
Doing your duty, co-collect on the glean
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Step up in the club
Every time I step up in the spot, I make it hot
Pop a bottle of the bub
I thought I'd give a shot to all my thots who looking hot
Shawty was a dub
Always tryna pop off a mouth, she give a lot
Need another in the tub
Poppin porcelain, add a pussy to the pot
Some of yall niggas
Need to Learn How to Relax
And Just feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
She had me playing with the chicky, cuz the cock got out
And I ain't saying that shit loosely, cuz I knocked that out
Are you ready for this movie, niggas vogue it down
Mizarahi in the body, come and join the house
Come and join the house
Join the house
I'm coming to your city, will you be in town?
The beats sick, got it lit, coming for the crown
Niggas steady tryna get me, I don't f*ck with clowns
Brunching with a bad bitch in Bali
Beat Bopping on the beach, baby boy with the body odi
Molly wopping on the molly
Stay stopping in the street, hitting hard its a hobby, Robbie
Rob Kardash with the stash
Blac Chyna with the scam, scam a nigga, spend the stash
Cat napping with the cash
Litty kitty show them pretty dollar bills in the sash
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
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Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Grab the Henny, should I hit it or not
Hell yeah, alright, niggas sipping it up
Where's the tab, pass that, niggas picking it up
Dance moves, activate, yeah its hitting the spot
The beat's sick, and it clicks, DJ kicking it up
Bad bitch waist wine as she ticking the butt
Fam's here politicking, crew clicking it up
Rolex wrist flicking, wont be sticking me up
Rapping, but not trapping, went to college
If a nigga get to yapping, that's a challenge
I don't want to get to clapping, I'm a savage
You can call me Nick Cannon, I'm the wildest
Thinking with the quickness, I'm a wizard
Tongue quicker than the split one on a lizard
Haters shiver, when the blizzard I delivered
Niggas bitter that I'm bigger throwing glitter
Got the sour, fire flicking the fiend
Marijuana, might go make me a meem
Water the flower, quickly quenching the queen
Another hour, baby blowing the bean
Play in the pussy, check the coochie is clean
Unlock the oozie, scared the sucker would scream
Sip on a smoothie, flatty tummy the tea
Doing your duty, co-collect on the glean
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Step up in the club
Every time I step up in the spot, I make it hot
Pop a bottle of the bub
I thought I'd give a shot to all my thots who looking hot
Shawty was a dub
Always tryna pop off a mouth, she give a lot
Need another in the tub
Poppin porcelain, add a pussy to the pot
Some of yall niggas
Need to Learn How to Relax
And Just feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
Come on feel the beat
She had me playing with the chicky, cuz the cock got out
And I ain't saying that shit loosely, cuz I knocked that out
Are you ready for this movie, niggas vogue it down
Mizarahi in the body, come and join the house
Come and join the house
Join the house
I'm coming to your city, will you be in town?
The beats sick, got it lit, coming for the crown
Niggas steady tryna get me, I don't f*ck with clowns
Brunching with a bad bitch in Bali
Beat Bopping on the beach, baby boy with the body odi
Molly wopping on the molly
Stay stopping in the street, hitting hard its a hobby, Robbie
Rob Kardash with the stash
Blac Chyna with the scam, scam a nigga, spend the stash
Cat napping with the cash
Litty kitty show them pretty dollar bills in the sash
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
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Writer: Michael Romeo
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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