feelin’ myself lyrics – dolla

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.

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

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

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

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

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

/ dolla lyrics