Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feeling Myself, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song The Movie Gangsta Grillz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
Feeling Myself |
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) |
I got juice like bishop, paint pretty like richard |
I’m a shhhh (sound effect) l |
ike 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, |
a shoutout to aaliyah cause |
her voice was so pretty (R.I.P.) |
I say what I feel like pimp c did it (R.I.P.), |
Gucci tarentino or jus call me young quentin |
Or 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 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) |
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 |
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 gicci ain’t with it, |
sex and the city way I handle my women |
Ya think it’s crest school 09'so icey boys, |
baby blast da radio like ll Gucci |
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) |
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! |