Feelin Myself

Baby I'm drunk got me leaning
And slurring all my words and shit
Baby that ass fat
Aye lemme grab that
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
Got a new bitch
Got a new bag
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
Know you ain't mad
No you ain't that, hold on
Baby I'm drunk got me leaning
And slurring all my words and shit
Baby that ass fat
Aye lemme grab that
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
Got a new bitch
Got a new bag
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
No you ain't that
No you ain't that

If I woke up wit bread today
I'd prolly go and buy some shit
Prolly go and try some shit
Fly some shit
Flip a bitch and try to get some head from her mama
If she fine nshit
To be honest I'd do all kinda shit
Drive the whip to the dealership and cop another
Slide it to my brother
Cuz I jus want a cutta
Got the bitch in stitches
But I jus wanna cut her
And if she let me hit it
She won't never find another
Rollin' up but ain't even smoking
Lil shawty wanna puff
But I jus wanna hit, get the box
And I got the golden glove
Trojan mag, roll it back
Come here baby, throw dat ass
Naw don't run, throw dat mf
Yeah, pop dat shit
Pop dat shit
Room lit wit candle flames
Music up for roommates
Hear us any damn way
Fuckin' like a damn shame, toxic
Get a good girl alone and I put her on some thot shit
Even if I want to I can't stop it

Baby I'm drunk got me leaning
And slurring all my words and shit
Baby that ass fat
Aye lemme grab that
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
Got a new bitch
Got a new bag
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
Know you ain't mad
No you ain't that, hold on
Baby I'm drunk got me leaning
And slurring all my words and shit
Baby that ass fat
Aye lemme grab that
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
Got a new bitch
Got a new bag
Feelin' myself
Feelin' myself
No you ain't that
No you ain't that



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Writer(s): Devol Whitfield
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