Artist: Dolla Lyrics
Song: Feelin' Myself Lyrics
chorus
I gotta flock of fly women
im feelin' myself
feelin' myself
feelin' myself
think a n**** lost his pistal
how im feelin' myself
feelin' myself
feelin' myself
i make my own d*** money
im feelin' myself
feelin myself
feelin' myself
you aint gotta feel me homie
im feelin' myself
fellin' myself
feelin' myself
(end chorus)
well imma A-town resident,
c***y and arrogant
feelin' myself like im off my own medicine
nuts of an elephant
dope boy stamina
i aint taken pictures
im too cool for the camera
flossin' on you b****** like the boss
you'z an amature
blame it on your manager
i run my city
i aint talkin marathons
i am not P.Diddy
in a coupe lookin.....?
doo doo brown interior
follow the leader
10 steps ahead of ya'
diamonds on my neck
sing the song to her
jack me, yeah right
i stay strapped like yo pole
im feelin' myself
I tell them go and they go
(chorus)
hey get familiar with the style
get familiar with the swag
get familiar with the pizzazz
be showin' my a**
get familiar with the chain
flooded loaded in cash
every car got a stash in the dash
every chick thick with an a**
first one to blast
ask questions later
fo fo mag
how a n**** adressed the hater
no mask on the cape
i aint presses with paper
duck investigators
im cooler than a fridgerater
sweeter than a now-n-later
gang get it poppin'
make the haters fell the vapors
dolla the hood faviorite
that weak s*** shave it
feelin' myself i got the whole block achin
(chorus)
(girl)does he think he da sh**
does he think he da sh**
dose he think he da sh**
(dolla) hell yeah i do
(girl) he think he da sh**
he think he da sh**
he think he da sh**
(dolla) if you waz me you would too n****
Ay' whatcha know about goin out
down south ballin out
DVS all up in the f***in mouth
doors liftin up rooftop comin down
Dolla goin up
why these hatin n***** comin down
settle down till the b****es calm down
the prince in tha buildin'
everybody gather round
i gotta story to tell
about how i feel
my swag, my style and my g****** self
cuz im cool, cooler than a fan
and my shoes, my shoes cost a grand
and she choose cuz sh** im the man
better get wit'a b****
that can pop a rubberband
(chorus)
Song: Feelin' Myself Lyrics
chorus
I gotta flock of fly women
im feelin' myself
feelin' myself
feelin' myself
think a n**** lost his pistal
how im feelin' myself
feelin' myself
feelin' myself
i make my own d*** money
im feelin' myself
feelin myself
feelin' myself
you aint gotta feel me homie
im feelin' myself
fellin' myself
feelin' myself
(end chorus)
well imma A-town resident,
c***y and arrogant
feelin' myself like im off my own medicine
nuts of an elephant
dope boy stamina
i aint taken pictures
im too cool for the camera
flossin' on you b****** like the boss
you'z an amature
blame it on your manager
i run my city
i aint talkin marathons
i am not P.Diddy
in a coupe lookin.....?
doo doo brown interior
follow the leader
10 steps ahead of ya'
diamonds on my neck
sing the song to her
jack me, yeah right
i stay strapped like yo pole
im feelin' myself
I tell them go and they go
(chorus)
hey get familiar with the style
get familiar with the swag
get familiar with the pizzazz
be showin' my a**
get familiar with the chain
flooded loaded in cash
every car got a stash in the dash
every chick thick with an a**
first one to blast
ask questions later
fo fo mag
how a n**** adressed the hater
no mask on the cape
i aint presses with paper
duck investigators
im cooler than a fridgerater
sweeter than a now-n-later
gang get it poppin'
make the haters fell the vapors
dolla the hood faviorite
that weak s*** shave it
feelin' myself i got the whole block achin
(chorus)
(girl)does he think he da sh**
does he think he da sh**
dose he think he da sh**
(dolla) hell yeah i do
(girl) he think he da sh**
he think he da sh**
he think he da sh**
(dolla) if you waz me you would too n****
Ay' whatcha know about goin out
down south ballin out
DVS all up in the f***in mouth
doors liftin up rooftop comin down
Dolla goin up
why these hatin n***** comin down
settle down till the b****es calm down
the prince in tha buildin'
everybody gather round
i gotta story to tell
about how i feel
my swag, my style and my g****** self
cuz im cool, cooler than a fan
and my shoes, my shoes cost a grand
and she choose cuz sh** im the man
better get wit'a b****
that can pop a rubberband
(chorus)