Karaoke Feelin' Myself esittäjältä French Montana, Miley Cyrus, will.i.am — laula mukana sanoituksilla Singassa

SanatFeelin' Myself

I be everywhere

everybody know me

super, super fresh

with a dope stylee

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

'Cus we be in the club

bottles on deck and God

dammit, God dammit

and I'm feelin' myself

'Cus I'm gon' get it all

and I'm a throw it up

like God dammit

God dammit

and I'm feelin' 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 s**t

You the s**t God dammit

You the s**t God dammit

You the s**t, 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 liner

in the drop getting head

baby never mind

We gettin' money

why you playing with it

pool in the crib

you 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 b***hes

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

'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 world

like a dirty pirate

to 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 bulls**t

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 expert

Shake, shake that s**t

like a, like a expert

I be everywhere

everybody know me

super, super fresh

with a dope stylee

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

'Cus we be in the club

bottles on deck and God

dammit, God dammit

and I'm feelin' myself

'Cus I'm gon' get it all

and I'm a throw it up

like God dammit

God dammit

and I'm feelin' 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 s**t

You the s**t God dammit

You the s**t God dammit

You the s**t, you the s**t

Yes sir Doobie in my hand

Rollie on my wrist

got a bottle of that

thousand dollar

champagne in my fist

Woman 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' foreigners

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 stylee

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

'Cus we be in the club

bottles on deck and God

dammit, God dammit

and I'm feelin' myself

'Cus I'm gon' get it all

and I'm a throw it up

like God dammit

God dammit

and I'm feelin' 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 s**t

You the s**t God dammit

You the s**t God dammit

You the s**t, you the s**t

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