Fellin' Myself

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

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

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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

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