Feelin' Myself Lyrics - Singles - Dolla

Whoo, W-w-w-will power 

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 

Dru Hill 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 

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'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 dammit you the shit 

God dammit you the shit 

You the shit, you the shit 

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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' fucker lucky like the fucker 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 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 a expert 

Shake, shake that shit like a, like a 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 

Dru Hill, got somebody slipping in my bed 

She give me IQ, that mean she give me 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 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 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, 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 

Dru Hill, got somebody slipping in my bed 

She give me IQ, that mean she give me 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 dammit you the shit 

God dammit you the shit 

You the shit 

Yes sir