will.i.am - Feeling Myself

Feat Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa & French Montana


I 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
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

Cause we'd 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 damn it, God damn it
I'M FEELING MYSELF
Look up in the mirror & the mirror look at me
The mirror be like Baby you the shit
God damn it, you the shit, you the shit
God damn it, God damn it you the shit, you the shit

[French Montana:]
Yo, I've been everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club, hundred bottles on me
I get busy like 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 bitch 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. (Got it)
I rock the whole Globe, no problemo
(Got it)
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
Now I give the whole club some Miley Cyrus!!

[Miley:]
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 bout the bull-shit, please don't remind me
I step in this motherfucking just to make it work
I get it on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake and shoot like like an expert
Shake and shoot like like an expert

I 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
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

Cause we'd 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 damn it, God damn it
I'M FEELING MYSELF
Look up in the mirror & the mirror look at me
The mirror be like Baby you the shit
God damn it, you the shit, you the shit
God damn it, God damn it you the shit, you the shit

[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 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
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread

Cause we'd 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 damn it, God damn it
I'M FEELING MYSELF
Look up in the mirror & the mirror look at me
The mirror be like Baby you the shit
God damn it, you the shit, you the shit
God damn it, God damn it you the shit, you the shit
YES SIR! YES SIR

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