Autumn LaBella - What It Feels Like

This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me
This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me
This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me
This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me

Pleasure, pain
Fire, rain
Harmony
Kisses with the morning sun (kisses with the morning sun)
My hips framed in silky black
Or
Your hands on the small of my back
Blowing pack or a stack 'cuz we got it
Jazz with peppermint tea
My treasure
No measures
His pleasure
Time forever
Intense chemistry
Like it was meant to be
Being dangerously too deep

If we riding in leather (yeah yeah)
In top down weather (ooh yeah yeah)
The crowd screaming your name (oh yeah yeah)
Like ooh la dee da du, or like im Guwop (BRR)

This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me
This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me
This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me
This is what it feels like (feels like, feels like)
This is what it feels like to me

It sounded good being either lovers or his boo
but I'm a real monogamous thinker when it comes to getting dues
My foreplay is Dolce
He come past mi way we leave his head where the mulch lay, for play
I'm the type to love the four axles with the door play
And if he match my drive there's discussion for some core play
There she go again
Back to making ends
Thanking God for this pen
'Cuz it had me back when
So for now we partake in
These shots of Remy
Let me chill 'cuz I'm a light weight sipper
Black skin slender thick tight waist figure
This for Bassline Bliss, right pace listeners
And I know I'm causing buzz I'm positive I ain't shy
And when you see me out about be positive that I'm fly
I'm positive you miss the shots that you don't ever try
So if they put me on the spot be positive imma fry
Wake up cuz my eggs cookin'
You know them feds lookin'
U'Nique pumped the bass and I added the ace
He jazzed up my taste and then clarified my place
And I just want yall hands up to give the drummers some
Pour my brothers some
Open oblongatas
New order of Prada got 'em biting like piranhas
I got to get mine yeah, I really truly believe that,
And if they asking questions please, capital B that

B E L L A (yeah yeah)
B E L L A (yeah, yeah)
B E L L A (yeah, yeah)
My name is B E L L A (ooh ohh ooh yeah yeah)
It feel like B E L L A (yeah yeah)
My name is B E L L A (yeah yeah)
What we feel like B E L L A (yeah yeah)
Yeah (yeah yeah)
B E L L A (yeah yeah)

Feels like
What It Feels Like To Me

Written by:
AUTUMN ROBERTSON

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