Feelin' Myself (Explicit)
will.i.am, Miley Cyrus, French Montana, Wiz Khalifa, DJ Mustard"Feelin' Myself (Explicit)" is a song by will.i.am, Miley Cyrus, French Montana, Wiz Khalifa, DJ Mustard, released in 2013 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:07 long and contains 120 lines and 855 words.
Lyrics
0:11I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
0:13Super, super fresh, what a d**e styling
0:15Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
0:18Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
0:20All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
0:23Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
0:25She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
0:28I just give the beats, so don't give a bread
0:30'Cause we be in the club
0:31Bottles on deck
0:32And god dammit, god dammit
0:34I'm feeling myself
0:35'Cause I'mma get it all
0:36And I'mma throw it up
0:38Like god dammit, god dammit
0:39I'm feeling myself
0:40Look up in the mirror
0:41And the mirror look at me
0:42The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
0:44God dammit you the sh*t
0:45You the sh*t, you the sh*t
0:46God dammit you the sh*t
0:47God dammit you the sh*t
0:49You the sh*t, you the sh*t
0:50I be everywhere, everybody know me
0:52Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
0:55I get busy like a one line
0:58In the drop getting head baby never mind
1:00We gettin' money why you playing with it
1:02Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
1:05Slick Rick looking at the mirror
1:08Big Daddy Kane like Shakira
1:101.5 custom made car
1:12Me and will table looking like the bar
1:15I love bad b**ches that's my f**kin' problem
1:17And I don't give a f**k that's my f**kin' problem
1:20And I don't give a f**k that's my whole Annotatemo
1:22I rock the whole globe with no problemo
1:24Been rocking coats since my first demo
1:27And now I'm banging hoes in the continental
1:30And I done seen me slidin' out my d**e ride
1:32I open up the doors, suicide
1:35I came from the bottom, the sewer side
1:37I made it to the top cus I do it fly
1:40Feelin' f**kin' lucky like the f**kin' Irish
1:42I see the whole game from my third Iris
1:45I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
1:47To give the whole world some Miley Cyrus
1:50Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molAnnotately
1:53Up in the club, is where you can find me
1:55I do it real big never do it tiny
1:57If you about that bullshit please don't remind me
2:00I step in this motherf**ker just to make it work
2:02I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
2:05Shake, shake that a** like a, like an expert
2:07Shake, shake that a** like a, like an expert
2:10I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
2:12Super, super fresh, what a d**e styling
2:15Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
2:17Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
2:20All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
2:22Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
2:25She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
2:27I just give the beats, so don't give a bread
2:30'Cause we be in the club
2:31Bottles on deck
2:32And god dammit, god dammit
2:33I'm feeling myself
2:34'Cause I'mma get it all
2:36And I'mma throw it up
2:37Like god dammit, god dammit
2:38I'm feeling myself
2:40Look up in the mirror
2:40And the mirror look at me
2:42The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
2:43God dammit you the sh*t
2:44You the sh*t, you the sh*t
2:46God dammit you the sh*t
2:47God dammit you the sh*t
2:48You the sh*t, you the sh*
2:49Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
2:51Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
2:54Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
2:56So I don't need your brains I need my a** kissed
2:59But all my homies like give me some head
3:01Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
3:04Takes shots till our chests burn
3:05We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started
3:09The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
3:11The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
3:14The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
3:17The bigger the bank that's more hoes, ni**a
3:19And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
3:21Coppin' them oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
3:24Real talk and if my fuel get low
3:26I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow
3:30I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
3:32Super, super fresh, what a d**e styling
3:34Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
3:37Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
3:39All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
3:42Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
3:44She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
3:47I just give the beats, so don't give a bread
3:49'Cause we be in the club
3:50Bottles on deck
3:51And god dammit, god dammit
3:53I'm feeling myself
3:54'Cause I'mma get it all
3:55And I'mma throw it up
3:56Like god dammit, god dammit
3:58I'm feeling myself
3:59Look up in the mirror
4:00And the mirror look at me
4:01The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
4:03God dammit you the sh*t
4:04You the sh*t, you the sh*t
4:05God dammit you the sh*t
4:06God dammit you the sh*t
4:07You the sh*t, yes sir
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me Super, super fresh, what a d**e 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 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 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 b**ches 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 Annotatemo 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 d**e 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' f**kin' lucky like the f**kin' Irish I see the whole game from my third Iris I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate To give the whole world some Miley Cyrus Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molAnnotately 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 motherf**ker just to make it work I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk Shake, shake that a** like a, like an expert Shake, shake that a** like a, like an expert I'll be everywhere, everybody know me Super, super fresh, what a d**e 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 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* 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 a** 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, ni**a 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 d**e 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 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, yes sir
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