Feelin Myself

Affiliates nigga, pay attention!

Time, power, man Gucci real man

Shawty red on the track know what I'm talkin bout- we back at it! (shawty)

Shawt man (shawt), cut my swagg up and cut the beat down man (comne on with it)

[Verse 1:]

I got juice like bishop, paint pretty like richard

I'm a shhhh (sound effect) like emit game I'm antoine fisher

And I am legend jus like fresh prince

But dis no will smith I'm braveheart mel gibson

I'm samuel jackson cause I think it's time to kill em

The right wrist diddy but my left wrist fifty

I'm livin like pac but I'm spittin like biggie

And shoutout to aaliyah cause her voice was so pretty

I say what I feel like pimp c did it

Gucci tarentino or jus call me young quentin

I'm Gucci nicholas cage I take ya girl in sixty seconds

Or Gucci Mane travolta davin's doin' the slow dancin

Call me so icey ventura got ya laughing

Keep dough like homer and she suck it like maggie

I got donk beat in my trunk so the police start trippin

Sir I'm not drag racin I jus have a large engine (vrrrrrmmmm)

[Chorus:]

I don't think you feel me like I'm feelin myself

You suckas hatin on Gucci Mane dats bad for ya health

Jewlry, cars, clothes, women, and wealth

So ya hatin on the kid is like ya hatin on ya self

I don't think you feel me like I'm feelin myself

You suckas hatin on Gucci Mane dats bad for ya health

Jewlry, cars, clothes, women, and wealth

So ya hatin on the kid is like ya hatin on ya self

[Verse 2:]

Get a good ticket cause dat dude there spend it

Million dollars hid right in 15 minutes

Cash the def check cop 2 hard top bentlys

Quarter million gone jus 15 seconds (well damn)

2008 on my 15th necklace, got all of the accessories so Gucci Mane flexin

Backstage ticket cause da kid here kick it

I'm Gucci Mane la flair my bezzle round house kick it

They think I'm drivin daisy but gucci ain't with it

Sex and the city way I handle my women

Ya think it's krush groove 09'so icey boys

Baby blast da radio like LL Coo-g

I'm crazy like da lil partner so pay me Gucci

J.o.c. me, salute me when ya see me

Kiss da ground beneath me

I eat beef, so I'm a eat ya food jus on da g.p. (it's Gucci)

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[Verse 3:]

Call me Gucci big balla, east atlanta globetrotter

It's a blowout no problem, bricks I still slam dunk em

I make it 360 soon as I double pump it

Got a silver sniper rifle so I really shoot a jumper

Cross the game up dawg take it to the bucket

Say he like a tre so I pass it to da corner

I'm so hot I want it and I think I'm on it

Jus like kobe keep the white girl but not a woman

See my hummer hold a 100 bills, stash the 40

Acura bring a 1000 in the van 5300, on to drama with da money

Bank accounts with money

Doin shows cross da country so they grade me on performances

It's Gucci!

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