Feeling Myself Lyrics - Beyonce

Yo, B 

They ready? 

Let's go! 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it 

And a good girl in my tax bracket 

Got a black card that'll let Saks have it 

These Chanel bags is a bad habit 

I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks 

My Maybach, black matted 

Bitch, never left but I'm back at it 

And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit 

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Feelin' myself, back off 

'Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off 

He be thinking about me when he whacks off 

Wax on? (Wax off) 

National anthem, hats off 

Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss 

Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce 

"On The Run Tour" With my mask off 

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Changed the game with that digital drop 

Know where you was when that digital popped 

I stopped the world 

Male or female, it make no difference, I stop the world 

World stop... 

Carry on 

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Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek 

Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek 

Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast 

Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless 

He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight" 

I say, "Yeah nigga you right" 

He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that pipe" 

I said, "Yes daddy I do 

Gimme brain like NYU" 

I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me 

All this learnin' here is by you" (Uhn!) 

I'm whippin' that work 

He diggin' that work 

I got it, 36 of that real 

Panky full of that bounce, baby 

Come get you some of that bounce, baby 

I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my 

Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo 

He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego... 

(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas 

Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade 

Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine... 

(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas 

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow 

I have both and an empire also 

Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole 

Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow 

Let that ho-ho, let that ho know (he in love...) 

He in love with that coco 

Why these bitches don't never be learnin'? 

You bitches will never get what I be earnin' 

I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban 

Ain't gotta rely on top 40, I am a Rap legend 

Just go ask the Kings of Rap 

Who is the Queen and things of that 

Nature? Look at my finger 

That is a glacier, hits like a laser... 

Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that perc 

Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work 

Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got B's 

Stingin' with the Queen Bey and we be whippin' all of that D 

'Cause we dope girls we flawless 

We the poster girls for all this 

We run around with them ballers 

Only real niggas in my call list 

I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know 

Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow 

Rrrr! 

You like it don't you? Snitches! 

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