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Feelin' Myself

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Whoo, aye

I 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

Dru Hill got somebody slipping in my bed

She give me IQ, that mean she get 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 Imma get it all

And I'm a throw it up

Like God dammit, God dammit

I'm feeling myself

Look up in the mirror

The mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you the s t

God dammit you the s t

You the shit, you the s t

God dammit you the s t

God dammit you the s t

You the shit, you the s t

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 b h like Shakira

1.5 custom made car

Me and will table looking like the bar

I love bad bitches that's

my f kin' problem

And I don't give a f k

that's my f kin' problem

And I don't give a f k

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 cause I do it fly

Feelin' f kin lucky

like the f kin Irish

I see the whole game from my third Iris

I tour the whole world

like a dirty pirate

Then give the whole club

some Miley Cyrus

Now everybody trippin'

like they poppin' molly

Up in the club is where you 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 motherf ker

just to make it work

I get on the floor just

to make that booty twerk

Shake, shake that s t

like a like a e pert

Shake, shake that s t

like a like a e pert

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist

couple karats on my neck

Givenchy, keep the chickens in check

(aye)

All these car keys drive

them chickens to my crib

(aye)

Dru Hill, got somebody

slipping in my bed

(aye)

She give me IQ, that

mean she give me 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'm a get it all

And I'm a 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 s t

God dammit you the s t

You the shit, you the s t

God dammit you the s t

God dammit you the s t

You the shit, you the s t

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist

Got a bottle of that thousand

dollar champagne in my fist

Women of 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

Take 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, n a

And I done spent a

quarter milli on clothes

Coppin' them oldschools and

puttin' foreigns 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

Dru Hill, got somebody

slipping in my bed

She give me IQ, that

mean she give me 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'm a get it all

And I'm a 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 s t

God dammit you the s t

You the shit, you the s t

God dammit you the s t

God dammit you the s t

You the s t

Yes sir

Feelin' Myself by French Montana - 歌詞&カバー