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    Mac Dre / Lyrics

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    "Feeling Myself" Lyrics

    Mac Dre

    Genre:Hip-Hop, Rap
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    I'm out of this world not your running of the millin'
    my name is furl and im the owner of the building
    I'm a stoner I'm chillin with 2 bitches like jack
    i pimp and i mac
    i drive a benz and a lac
    man ive been in the back with the groupies and the stars
    i've been out front with the thugs and the cars
    ive been on the yard with the mexican mafia
    and i only run with niggas that'll kill and die for ya
    i'm popular i'm a rap star
    but i live like a rock star
    runnin from the cop car
    I drop bars on slaps that knock hard
    and i charge cause this dick extra large
    im sicker then sars, higher then mars
    and i treat my bitch like an ATM card

    I'm in the building and I'm feeling myself (feeling myself)
    man i'm feeling myself

    she's in the building in she's feeling herself
    she's looking bad but I'm willing to help (here lemme help)
    stop it baby your killing yourself
    c'mon i've got your back you can chill in my belt
    i'm feeling myself too
    man just imagine some of the things we can do
    you under me, me under you
    and we can catch the liquor store before 2
    we can hit my nigga and go get some shrooms
    and if you still wanna kick it we can go get a room
    it won't cost you much I'm a good buy (good buy)
    dick on discount bitch good bye
    who do I look like Mr. Frank-fuck-for free?
    no doe hoe you cant fuck with me
    get the fuck out bitch your stealing my dough
    you're full of shit and I'm feeling myself


    I'm a west coast bad boy i represent
    hey thats a bad touch is it rented
    hardy har har very funny
    you don't hear my tummy
    I gets my money
    my stomach ain't growling
    I'm stylin and wowling
    drinking vodka straight fuck a long island
    I want my own island, you betcha im going get it
    I switch hit and play with both mits
    pack the fo fifth I'm after your bitch
    he ain't doing it right shes after your scritch
    and I'm after hers, with the macking words ner
    I thought squares stayed sharp
    your nothing but a mark in the bucket skylark
    I'm playing my part, I'm mr furly
    quit interrupting I'm talking to your girly

    This song was submitted on June 13th, 2005 and last modified on November 27th, 2005.
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