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I gotta flock of fly women
I'm feelin' myself
feelin' myself
feelin' myself

Think a nigga lost his pistal
how I'm feelin' myself
feelin' myself
feelin' myself

I make my own damn money
I'm feelin' myself
feelin myself
feelin' myself

You ain't gotta feel me homie
I'm feelin' myself
fellin' myself
feelin' myself
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Well I'mma A-town resident,
cocky and arrogant
feelin' myself like I'm off my own medicine
nuts of an elephant
dope boy stamina
I ain't taken pictures
I'm too cool for the camera
flossin' on you bitches like the boss
you'z an amature
blame it on your manager
I run my city
I ain't 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
I'm feelin' myself
I tell them go and they go

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hey get familiar with the style
get familiar with the swag
get familiar with the pizzazz
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get familiar with the chain
flooded loaded in cash
every car got a stash in the dash
every chick thick with an ass
first one to blast
ask questions later
fo fo mag
how a nigga adressed the hater
no mask on the cape
I ain't presses with paper
duck investigators
I'm 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 shit shave it
feelin' myself I got the whole block achin

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(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 nigga

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 niggas 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 goddamn self
cuz I'm cool, cooler than a fan
and my shoes, my shoes cost a grand
and she choose cuz sh** I'm the man
better get wit'a b****
that can pop a rubberband

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