conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Feel That with the following description: “Feel That” was first teased on Chris' fansite, The Chris Brown Channel. He uploaded a video of him playing the song while he drove to rehearsals for the Billboard Awards, explaining how stressful the awards were.
  The official version was leaked along with other songs that were intended for his album X in 2014 by Chris' old manager. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ha, look
  [Verse 1]
  O-O-Okay, now usually I don't do this, but your ass got me turnt up
  Poppin' all that pussy, booty bouncin', I got a ounce, roll up
  Wanna see you get loose, take my credit card, that's my account
  Lamborghini's on me, just so I can see the bitch ride around
  Everythin' on go, all the Ace in the air, better hide these hoes
  I do it like a show, about a hour-forty-five and I'm out the door
  I'm fly as hell with my clientèle, my pockets swole
  Got guns for them niggas, roses for them bitches, make a nigga rock 'n' roll
  I'ma hold my set up
  Elevate like, "Nigga, do better"
  But if one night, I gotta take life
  You gon' see the residue from my Beretta
  I got way too many bitches on me for me to be lonely
  Worry about a bitch that might be fuckin' a homie
  Low-key, never that, I put up a .40
  Back up, motherfucker, don’t act like you know me
  I be in that trap, when a nigga was thirteen, I did that
  Saw them Jordan 13’s, sold a ounce, nigga, I'm gon' get that
  Got that hunger for that pussy, I'm up in there, that cloud nine
  Smokin' on my shit, now she feelin' like she in mile high
  [Chorus]
  Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
  Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that
  Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at?
  If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back [Verse 2]
  Y-Y-You never gon' get it like this, never gon', never gon' get it like this
  I got a buzz, you fucked up, playin' that future, light years
  In VIP, put your purse right here, ass and your glass up, let's cheer
  And this party never stop until I fuck every girl in here
  O-O-Okay, I'm twenty-three tryna get billions
  V.A. nigga on a stage and I'm gettin' paid
  Nigga, better pay me millions
  Every time that I hit it and I blaze on a winter day
  What you mean I'm hoggin'?
  I'm ballin' hard, you other niggas in the lane
  Tryna violate, three seconds in the paint
  Twenty-three, I'm MJ
  Too much, I got it, fuck nigga, that’s your problem
  Open her mouth up, open her mouth up, give me the bottle
  Oh, shit, your bitch, she about to swallow
  You smokin' weed while I'm pilled up, takin' two L's, Apollo
  You gon' try to call her tomorrow, that number change, that’s my bitch
  You cryin' 'bout it, unfollow, direct message to my dick
  'Cause you never gon' do it like this, never gon', never gon' do it like this
  I was singin' as a kid, but now I'm twenty-three with a clip, DJ better play my shit
  [Chorus]
  Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
  Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that (Yeah)
  Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at? (Haha)
  If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back [Verse 3]
  O-O-Okay now this is for my homies (Homies)
  Them niggas that never really had shit (Yeah)
  Now everythin' I'm ownin' (Ownin')
  Ten million sold, that’s a bad bitch (Bitch!)
  Red chucks and that Cali life (Haha)
  My niggas ridin' for me
  Ratatatata, all them hoes in your Jeep Cherokee
  And your bitch about to roll up
  Straight to the house, fucked on the couch
  Touchin' my dick, girl, it's a pull-out
  Poppin' a molly, fuckin' with bitches that fool around
  Smokin' that good, we start fuckin', I put it down
  So, baby, what’s the hold up?
  I'ma turn you on, but let's turn it like that
  I know you feel that, feel that, feel that, feel that shit right now
  [Chorus]
  Fe-Fe-Feel that, won't you feel that?
  Murder, murder, girl, I'm gon' kill that
  Th-Th-Throw it in the air, where you live at?
  If I get it tonight, you bringin' that shit back