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Confirmation Video (MV)




Performed By: Yung Bleu
From Album: Jeremy
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: Jeremy Biddle




Yung Bleu - Confirmation Lyrics
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(Hitmaka)

Makin' love to you
Feel so strange now
'Cause we done got so distant
And I just don't know how
But I know that he don't make you feel
How you supposed to feel
And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly
Just call my phone when you in my city

'Cause I need you and you need me
Head on my chest, I feel you breathin'
Better f*ck me good, don't tease me
She said, I can show you a few things, so watch me
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (ooh, just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this

Makin' love to you (we be makin' love)
Feel so strange now
'Cause we done got so distant (yeah)
And I just don't know how
But I know that he don't make you feel
How you supposed to feel
And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly
Just call my phone when you in my city

Send me your location, I'm on the way (way)
Just like I got off the bench, I ain't got time to play (to play)
No, we ain't got time to bullshit
She like, I just got my hair done, boy, you better not pull it (pull it)
So you know I had to pull it, I'm a bully (yes sir)
Bring that ass over here, don't fear me
Just hit my line when you in my city
F*ckin' on the kitchen counter, by the dishes
In the kitchen, hit you by the butter biscuit
Got my eyes on you, I got tunnel vision, ooh-ooh

Makin' love to you (you, ooh, feel so strange)
Feel so strange now (feel so strange)
'Cause we done got so distant (yeah)
And I just don't know how
But I know that he don't make you feel
How you supposed to feel (feel, yeah)
And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly
Just call my phone when you in my city

No makeup on but you still look pretty
Go deep inside, makin' sure you feel me
Better f*ck me good, don't tease me
I can show you a few things, so watch me
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (ooh, just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this
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(Hitmaka)

Makin' love to you
Feel so strange now
'Cause we done got so distant
And I just don't know how
But I know that he don't make you feel
How you supposed to feel
And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly
Just call my phone when you in my city

'Cause I need you and you need me
Head on my chest, I feel you breathin'
Better f*ck me good, don't tease me
She said, I can show you a few things, so watch me
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (ooh, just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this

Makin' love to you (we be makin' love)
Feel so strange now
'Cause we done got so distant (yeah)
And I just don't know how
But I know that he don't make you feel
How you supposed to feel
And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly
Just call my phone when you in my city

Send me your location, I'm on the way (way)
Just like I got off the bench, I ain't got time to play (to play)
No, we ain't got time to bullshit
She like, I just got my hair done, boy, you better not pull it (pull it)
So you know I had to pull it, I'm a bully (yes sir)
Bring that ass over here, don't fear me
Just hit my line when you in my city
F*ckin' on the kitchen counter, by the dishes
In the kitchen, hit you by the butter biscuit
Got my eyes on you, I got tunnel vision, ooh-ooh

Makin' love to you (you, ooh, feel so strange)
Feel so strange now (feel so strange)
'Cause we done got so distant (yeah)
And I just don't know how
But I know that he don't make you feel
How you supposed to feel (feel, yeah)
And I'm hopin' you can see this clearly
Just call my phone when you in my city

No makeup on but you still look pretty
Go deep inside, makin' sure you feel me
Better f*ck me good, don't tease me
I can show you a few things, so watch me
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (ooh, just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this (pop it just like this)
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop it just like this
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Writer: Jeremy Biddle
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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