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    "Feeling Myself" Lyrics

    will.i.am feat. French Montana, Miley Cyrus and Wiz Khalifa

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    Genre:Hip-Hop, R&B
    Duration:00:04:04
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    I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
    Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
    Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
    Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
    All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
    Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
    She give me IQ, that mean she gimme a head
    I just give the beats, I don't give a bread

    'Cause we be in the club
    Bottles on deck
    And god dammit, god dammit
    I'm feeling myself
    'Cause I'mma get it all
    And I'mma throw it up
    Like god dammit, god dammit
    I'm feeling myself

    Look up in the mirror
    And the mirror look at me
    The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
    God dammit you the sh*t
    You the sh*t, you the sh*t
    God dammit you the sh*t
    God dammit you the sh*t
    You the sh*t, you the sh*t

    [French Montana]
    I be everywhere, everybody know me
    Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
    I get busy like a one line
    In the drop getting head baby never mind
    We gettin' money why you playing with it
    Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
    Slick Rick looking at the mirror
    Big Daddy Kane ___? like Shakira
    1.5 custom made car
    Me and will table looking like the bar
    I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
    And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem

    [will.i.am]
    And I don't give a fuck that's my whole M.O.
    I rock the whole globe with no problemo
    Been rocking coats since my first demo
    And now I'm banging hoes in the continental
    And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride
    I open up the doors, suicide
    I came from the bottom, the sewer side
    I made it to the top cus I do it fly
    Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
    I see the whole game from my third Iris
    I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
    To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

    [Miley Cyrus]
    Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' mollies
    Up in the club, is where you can find me
    I do it real big never do it tiny
    If you about that bullshit please don't remind me
    I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
    I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
    Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert
    Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert

    I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
    Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
    Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
    Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
    All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
    Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
    She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
    I just give the beats, so don't give a bread

    'Cause we be in the club
    Bottles on deck
    And god dammit, god dammit
    I'm feeling myself
    'Cause I'mma get it all
    And I'mma throw it up
    Like god dammit, god dammit
    I'm feeling myself

    [Wiz Khalifa]
    Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
    Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
    Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
    So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed
    But all my homies like give me some head
    Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
    Takes shots till our chests burn
    We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started
    The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
    The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
    The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
    The bigger the bank that's more hoes, nigga
    And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
    Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
    Real talk and if my fuel get low
    I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

    I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
    Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
    Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
    Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
    All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
    Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
    She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
    I just give the beats, so don't give a bread

    'Cause we be in the club
    Bottles on deck
    And god dammit, god dammit
    I'm feeling myself
    'Cause I'mma get it all
    And I'mma throw it up
    Like god dammit, god dammit
    I'm feeling myself
    This song was submitted on November 6th, 2013 and last modified on December 12th, 2013.
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