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feelin' myself - dolla lyrics

i got a flock of fly women
i’m feelin myself, feelin myself, feelin myself
think a n-gg- lost his pistol how i’m feelin myself
feelin myself, feelin myself
i make my own d-mn money
i’m feelin myself, feelin myself, feelin myself
you ain’t gotta feel me homie
i’m feelin myself, feelin myself, feelin myself

well i’m a a town resident, c-cky and arrogant
feelin myself like i’m off my own medicine
nuts of an elephant, dope boy stamina
i ain’t takin pictures, i’m too cool for the camera
flossin on you n-gg-z like a boss, yousa amateur
blame it on your manager.
i run my city.
i ain’t talkin marathons, i am not p. diddy.
in the coupe lookin sh-tty
doo doo brown interior
follow the leader n-gg-, ten steps ahead of ya
diamonds on my neck sing a song to a hoe
jack me right i stay strapped like?
i tell em go and they go.

get familiar with the style
get familiar with the swag
get familiar with the pizzazz, me showin my -ss
get familiar with the chain flooded loaded in cash
every car got a stash in the dash
every chick thick with an -ss
first one to blast
ask questions later
fo fo mag
how a n-gg- dress to hater
no m-ss on the caper
i ain’t pressed for paper
duckin’ vestigators
i’m cooler than a fridgerator
sweeter than a now n later
gang get it poppin’
make the haters feel the vapors
dolla the hood favorite
that weak sh-t save it
i’m feelin’ myself i got the whole block achin

he think he the sh-t
he think he the sh-t
he think he the sh-t
h-ll yea i do
he think he the sh-t
he think he the sh-t
he think he the sh-t
h-ll yea, don’t you?

eh what you know about goin’ out down south ballin’ out
dvs all up in the n-gg-s mouth
doors liftin’ up rooftop comin’ down
dolla goin’ up why these hatin’ n-gg-s comin’ down
settle down tell them n-gg-z calm down
the prince in the building
everybody gather round
got a story to tell about how i feel
my swag, my style, and my godd-mn self
cause i’m cool
cooler than a fan
my shoes, my shoes cost a grand
she choose cause sh-t i’m the man
better get with a n-gg- that can pop a rubber band

- dolla lyrics

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