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Soundtrack: Step Up Title: Feelin' Myself (Dolla) RIT: I got a flock of fine women I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself Think that N**** lost his pistol I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself I make my own damn money I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself You ain't gotta feel me homie I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin' myself Well I'm an 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 taking pictures I'm to cool for the camera Flossin all u bitches like a boss you's a ammature Blaming on your manager I run my city I ain't talking marathons I am not P. Diddy In the coupe lookin fine Do the brown interior Follow the leader 10 steps ahead of ya diamonds on my neck Sing a song to her Jack me yeah right I stay strapped like your gold I'm feelin' myself, I tell them go then they go RIT Hey get familiar with the style, get familiar with the swag Get familiar with the pizzazz, I be showing my' Get familiar with the chains flooding lower than the cash Every car got a stash in the dash Every chick thick what it do'..first one to blast Ask questions later, fo fo man, how a N**** dressed a hater No mass on the caper, I ain't press for paper Look investigators I'm cooler than a fridegerator sweeter than a now n' later Gang get it poppin make the haters feel the vapors Dolla are her favorite, that we f****** tave it Feelin' myself I got the whole block aching RIT You is me you were to N**** Hey what you know about going out down south Balling out, V VS all up in their f***** mouth Those lifting up, roof top coming down Dolla going up, while these haters are f****** coming down Settle down, tell them to f****** calm down The Prince in the building everybody gather around Got a story to tell about how I feel My swag, my style and my and god damn self Cause I'm cool, cooler than a fan, my shoes My shoes cost a grand, and she choose Cause s*** I'm the man better get with her N**** like a poppa rubber band RIT (Thanks to bruz for these lyrics) Back to the Step Up Soundtrack |