Make It Feel Right lyrics

[Intro]
I've named this one JPEG
Because I like JPEGs

[Verse One: Kanye West & JPEGMAFIA]
Me and Ghost in a ski mask
I was chillin’ and layin’, Chilean like sea bass
And nobody was askin’ her
pus*y don’t even fix your lips like labiaplasty, yuh
Well fed, got all the bread
I’m sad, I need some head
I might tell you you the one while I’m hittin’ it
‘Til I post-nut, c*m to my senses
I tried to meditate, I tried to medicate
She had two phones, thought she was Kevin Gates
She was lyin’ ‘bout it, then she came clean
I was so mad, I f*cked her so hard, she came clean
Got that new rrr! It’s a May-bay-bay
She got that new bag, it’s a Chay-nay-nay
I take it too far, I take it way-way-way
I pull a Cougar out her ca-a-age (Yeah)

[Verse Two: JPEGMAFIA]
How you gon' see me, you like Stevie with them air balls (For real)
Let's air it out and let Kel-Tec sing like Aaron Hall (Yeah)
Don't need producers, need no writers, need no tech at all (Come on man)
But best believe you f*ck with me there's gon' be TECs involved (Best believe it)
f*ck rappin' b*tch, extend the clip and get your b*tch involved (Yup)
My twisted fantasy only made it to So Appalled (Yeah)
I'm half Pac, half Cher, half Awesome Kong
I tеll myself that half a O I smoke won't do me harm
But whеn it do me and I know that they gon' do me wrong
Lil’ bruh, n****, to find your body they gon' need Logan Paul
I'm in the forest with the Kimber, It's my final form (Yeah)
I still need all my b*tches same color as Ricky Starks (Facts, come on man)
I take them light, I take them dark but I prefer 'em bald (Facts!)
And you get extra points on me if you mentally off
Your b*tch be taking all these hits tell her to work on a guard (Tell her!)
Just blame my occupation, b*tch, I keep the Kimber warm
The senior citizen shooting fake rappers off my lawn (Toxic!)
[Interlude: JPEGMAFIA, Rhymefest & Ghostface Killah]
Just make it feel right (sh*t, it's toxic, yeah, man, it's real)
Just make it feel right, yeah-yeah
Just make it feel right, nah-nah
Just make it feel right, oh-oh
Just make it feel right (Jackson 5 sh*t, this is it, right, yeah)
Just make it feel right

[Verse Three: Ghostface Killah]
Ayo, n****s wanna clap me, monkey see, monkey do
I'm comin' with black gloves to snub his old chunky, too
African gold dentals, iced out medals
I seen n****s get murked by the heels of stilettos
I blam one n**** and watch the other die by the echo
I had dots on darkskin n****s that look like freckles
Pay homage, my Islamic, my wrist timeless
I threw up rhymes in my Campbell's soup, I seen in my vomit
It's a world premiere, 'mere
I limp when I'm draggin' to Saudi, it's down to here, here
Holdin' bricks, where, where?
My man got eighty-five to life and that's years, years
Same day he spit at the judge and threw a chair, chair