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[feat. Los & Milli Millz] [Chorus:] Can you feel it? You can turn me up Can you feel it? You can turn me up So you can feel it You can turn me up I got this bottle on me Shots on three Can you feel it? [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Yea I could feel it on the way, never fray In the building like, this is where I stay My estate, put your drink in the air if you relate Plenty fish in the sea, we throwing money like bait, uuuh Now let me see you shake your body off tempo Your body so cold and I could see all of the symptoms If you come into my section, ain't even gotta mention It's about a couple bitches, bragging switchers on my niggas and we Getting it, you should come and feel this Live the sweet/suite life, need a filling/feeling Take a hit, inhale then release Got a pocket full of trees, baby we ain't gotta leave 'till u Letras de canciones [Chorus] Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321 Can you feel it? Can you feel it? [Verse 2: Los] Let's go baby I told her, honey how it feel? If I could I would marry you, But for now I just bury you In 20 dollar bills, uhhhh My watch be wnking at you, my link be blowing kisses Yea bitch I'm blowing money, like Ink be blowing swishes I'm swinging low on dishes, them guts all yellow My paint sky blue, you could say my car mellow (CARMELO!) I get your girl to get ghost bored, I go hard If I post up on this, she'll be sending you post cards She love how fucking a celebrity feel I Roberto Cavali her body, Giseppi the heel I'm definitely chill, we drop top in them Beverly Hills And we be rolling rolling blowing strong Going going going, gone [Chorus] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Uh uh Hoe you don't feel it when I guess you parapelegic Should I son (sun) a nigga, it feels like I'm playing with Phoenix And I'm balling with my shot like I'm Gilbert Arenas And I'm breaking birdies down, Serena and Venus Go turn it up, set a nigga steady burn it up Clothes stay hotter than furnish, they waiting on me like hurry up Yea, I'm on the web like Charlie, Don't panic, don't clutch, Glen Rice with the Hornets She's like real city nigga, I need me a Bugatti T-t-taliking bout the game, in a pocket like polly And all my niggas that he ride with, chrome Put that metal to your side like an iphone 4 And that's when you [Chorus] Yea-3-2-1, put your bottle in the air for the 321 Can you feel it? From Letras Mania