Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feelin' Myself, artist - will.i.am. Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feelin' Myself |
| Woo! |
| Ayy! |
| W-W-W-Willpower |
| Mustard on the beat, ho |
| 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 chicks in check |
| All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib |
| Dru Hill? |
| Got somebody sleeping on my bed |
| She give me IQ, that mean she give me head |
| I just give her beats, I don't give her bread |
| 'Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck |
| And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself |
| 'Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'ma throw it up |
| Like god dammit, god dammit, I'm feelin' 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 dammit |
| You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit |
| 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 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 |
| And I don't give a fuck 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 cause 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 |
| To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus |
| Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly |
| Up in the club, is where you'll 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 be everywhere, everybody know me |
| Super, super fresh with a dope styling |
| Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck |
| Givenchy keep the chicks in check |
| All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib |
| Dru Hill? |
| Got somebody sleeping on my bed |
| She give me IQ, that mean she give me head |
| I just give her beats, I don't give her bread |
| 'Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck |
| And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself |
| 'Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'ma throw it up |
| Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' 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 dammit |
| You the shit god dammit, 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 |
| 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 old schools 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 be everywhere, everybody know me |
| Super, super fresh with a dope styling |
| Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck |
| Givenchy keep the chicks in check |
| All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib |
| Dru Hill? |
| Got somebody sleeping on my bed |
| She give me IQ, that mean she give me head |
| I just give her beats, I don't give her bread |
| 'Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck |
| And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself |
| 'Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'ma throw it up |
| Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' 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 dammit |
| You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit |
| Yes, sir! |