Feeling Myself (feat. Rebecca) [Bass Remix] (Bass Remix)

歌詞

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 Jewel heel, 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 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 The mirror look at me The mirror be like baby you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit (God damn) God dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit I be everywhere, everybody know me (huh) Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me (huh) I get busy like a one line (huh) In the drop getting head baby never mind (huh) 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 (mirror) Big Daddy Kane bitch like Shakira (Shakira) 1.5 custom made car (car) Me and will table looking like the bar (bar) I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem (problem) And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem (huh) And I don't give a fuck that's my whole M.O. (yeah) I rock the whole globe with no problemo (yeah) Been rocking coats since my first demo (yeah) And now I'm banging hoes in the continental (yup) And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride (yup) I open up the doors, suicide (yup) I came from the bottom, the sewer side (yup) I made it to the top cause I do it fly (yup) Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish I see the whole game from my third iris I tour the whole world like a dirty pirate (argh) 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 bullshit please don't remind me I step in this motherfucker just to make it work I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert 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 Jewel heel, 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 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 shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit (God damn) God dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit Doobie in my hand, rollie on my wrist Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist Women 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 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, nigga 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 Jewel heel, 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 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 shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit (God damn) God dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit Yes sir