Will.I.Am – Feeling Myself Lyrics

I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, with a dope styling 1
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck 2
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check 3
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib 4
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed 5
She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead 6
I just give the beats, so don’t give her bread 7

‘Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck 8
And god dammit, god dammit
I’m feeling myself 9
‘Cause I’mma get it all
And I’mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
I’m feeling myself 10

Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me 11
The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit 12
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit 13

[Verse 1: French Montana]
I be everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me 14
I get busy like a one liner
In the drop getting head baby never mind 15
We gettin’ money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it 16
Slick Rick looking at the mirror 17
Big Daddy Kane bitch Like Shakira 18
1.5 custom made car 19
Me and will table looking like the bar 20
I love bad bitches that’s my fuckin’ problem
And I don’t give a fuck that’s my fuckin’ problem 21

[Verse 2: Will.I.Am]
And I don’t give a fuck that’s my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no problemo 22
Been rocking coats since my first demo
And now I’m banging hoes in the continental 23
And I done seen me slidin’ out my dope ride
I open up the doors, suicide 24
I came from the bottom, the sewer side 25
I made it to the top cus I do it fly
Feelin’ fuckin’ lucky like the fuckin’ Irish 26
I see the whole game
From my third Iris 27
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus 28

[Verse 3: Miley Cyrus]
Now everybod trippin’ like they poppin’ molly 29
Up in the club, is where you can find me
I do it real big never do it tiny 30
If you about that bullshit please don’t remind me 31
I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk 32
Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert 33

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist 34
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of your dreams sleep in my bed 35
So I don’t need your brains I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some head 36
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes shots till our chests burn 37
We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let’s get it started 38
The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball 39
The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star 40
The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know 41
The bigger the bank That’s more hoes, nigga 42
And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes 43
Coppin’ them oldschools and puttin’ foreigns on the road 44
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow 45

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