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Feeling Myself

Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself 04:15
Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself 169.957 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Will.i.am ft. Miley Cyrus,Wiz Khalifa, French Montana - Feeling Myself (Audio) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): 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 dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit [French Montana:] 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 [Will.I.am:] 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 world like a dirty pirate To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus [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 dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit [Wiz Khalifa:] 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 dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit Yes sir
Will.I.Am - Feeling Myself (Feat. Miley Cyrus) 04:10
Will.I.Am - Feeling Myself (Feat. Miley Cyrus) 107.633 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Will.I.Am - Feeling Myself Feat. Miley Cyrus Şarkı Sözleri 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, so 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'mma get it all And I'mma 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 sh*t God dammit you the sh*t You the sh*t, you the sh*t God dammit you the sh*t God dammit you the sh*t You the sh*t, you the sh*t [French Montana] 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 [?] 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 [will.i.am] And I don't give a fuck that's my whole Annotatemo 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' 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 world some Miley Cyrus [Miley Cyrus] Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molAnnotately Up in the club, is where you can 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 ass like a, like an expert Shake, shake that ass 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, so 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'mma get it all And I'mma throw it up Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feeling myself [Wiz Khalifa] Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist Women of 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 oldschools and puttin' foriegns 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, so 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'mma get it all And I'mma throw it up Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feeling myself
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself ft. Beyonce 03:41
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself ft. Beyonce 43.071 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Şarkı Sözleri: Yo B, they ready Let's go 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 I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black car that let sax have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black magnet Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Whacks off? Wax off National anthem hats off Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2 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 Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast Everytime I whip it I be talkin' so reckless He said "damn Nicki its tight" I say "yeah nigga you right" He say "damn bae you so little but you been really takin' that pipe" I say "yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "teach me, nigga, teach me All this learnin' here is by you" I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real Hank 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 the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all the [?] Tuckin' up that [?], baby hold up I can heal your migraine Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire or so He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that, let that nigga know He in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin' You niggas will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques from my records thats 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 lazer Flippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless We the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers Only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them hoes know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow You like it don't you, snitches Young money.
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Music Video) 02:03
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Music Video) 25.597 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Şarkı Sözleri: Yo B, they ready Let's go 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 I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black car that let sax have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black magnet Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Whacks off? Wax off National anthem hats off Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2 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 Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast Everytime I whip it I be talkin' so reckless He said "damn Nicki its tight" I say "yeah nigga you right" He say "damn bae you so little but you been really takin' that pipe" I say "yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "teach me, nigga, teach me All this learnin' here is by you" I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real Hank 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 the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all the [?] Tuckin' up that [?], baby hold up I can heal your migraine Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire or so He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that, let that nigga know He in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin' You niggas will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques from my records thats 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 lazer Flippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless We the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers Only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them hoes know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow You like it don't you, snitches Young money
Will.i.am Feat. Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself 04:11
Will.i.am Feat. Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself 21.531 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Will.i.am Feat. Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself Şarkı Sözleri: 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 'Cause we be in the club Bottles on deck And God dammit, God dammit I'm feeling myself 'Cause Imma get it all And Imma 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 [French Montana:] 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 [Will.I.am:] 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 world like a dirty pirate To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus [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 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 'Cause we be in the club Bottles on deck And God dammit, God dammit I'm feeling myself 'Cause Imma get it all And Imma 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 [Wiz Khalifa:] 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 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 Imma get it all And Imma 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 Yes sir
Will İ Am Feelin Myself 04:11
Will İ Am Feelin Myself 14.934 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Woo! Aye! W-W-W-Willpower Mustard on the beat, ho! [Hook: Will.I.Am] 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 Cus we be in the club Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself Cus I'm gon' get it all And I'm a 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 [Verse 1: French Montana] 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 [Verse 2: Will.I.Am] 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 cus 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 [Verse 3: Miley Cyrus] Now everybod 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 [Hook] [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] 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 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 [Hook]
Will.ı.am Feeling Myself Ft. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa & French Montana Lyrics 04:03
Will.ı.am Feeling Myself Ft. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa & French Montana Lyrics 7.374 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Şarkı Sözü: 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 dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit [French Montana:] 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 [Will.I.am:] 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 world like a dirty pirate To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus [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 dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit [Wiz Khalifa:] 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 dammit you the shit God dammit you the shit You the shit, you the shit Yes sir
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Wıll I.am - Feeling Myself 04:11
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Nicki Minaj Feat. Beyonce - Feeling Myself (Audio) 04:07
Nicki Minaj Feat. Beyonce - Feeling Myself (Audio) 1.717 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Nicki Minaj feat. Beyonce - Feeling Myself (Audio) 2014 Yeni Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): [Intro: Nicki Minaj] Yo B, they ready Lets go [Hook: Beyonce] 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 [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I'm on some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black car that let sax have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I'm I do balls, down Mavericks My Maybach, black magnet [?] never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Whacks off? Wax off National anthem hats off Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2 with some mac sauce I wanna run to him with my mask off [Hook: Beyonce] [Bridge: Beyonce] Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you was when that digital popped I stopped the world Man or female it make no difference I stop the world World stop Carry on [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Tiny sips of that [?], [?] full of that bounce baby Come get you some of that rounds baby Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste
Nicki Minaj & Beyoncé - Feeling Myself (Video Klip) 03:48
Nicki Minaj & Beyoncé - Feeling Myself (Video Klip) 1.403 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics); Yo B, they ready Let's go 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 I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that 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 Feelin' myself, back off, cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Whacks on? Wax off National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2, 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 Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, fearin' 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 say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe" I say "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you" I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, tiny sips of that real Hanky 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 the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all off Talkin' bout that high-grade, baby hold up I can heal your migraine Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also He 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 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 lazer Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow You like it don't you? Snitches! Young money (END)
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Feat. Beyonce) (The Pinkprint) 03:43
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 Waveya - Nicki Minaj feat. Beyonce - Feeling Myself Dance Cover 03:01
Waveya - Nicki Minaj feat. Beyonce - Feeling Myself Dance Cover 757 izlenme - 3 yıl önce PSY Waveya Nicki Minaj feat. Beyonce ____@_____xclas______ Feeling Myself (Video Klip 2015) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): [Intro - Nicki Minaj:] Yo B, they ready Let's go [Hook - Beyoncé:] 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 [Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:] I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that 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 Feelin' myself, back off, Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off He be thinking about me when he whacks off Whacks on? Wax off National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce On The Run Tour, with my mask off [Hook - Beyoncé:] 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 [Bridge 1 - Beyoncé:] 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 [Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:] Kitty on peak, pretty on fleek Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, feed 'em for his breakfast Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said, "Damn, Nicki, it's tight, " I say, "Yeah, nigga, you right." He say, "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe." I say, "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU." I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you." [Pre-Chorus - Beyoncé:] I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, 36 of that real Hanky full of that bounce, baby Come get you some of that bounce, baby [Hook - Beyoncé] [Bridge 2 - Nicki Minaj:] Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all off Talkin' bout that high-grade, Baby, hold up I can kill your migraine [Verse 3 - Nicki Minaj:] Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also He 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 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 lazer Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow [Outro - Nicki Minaj:] You like it don't you? Snitches! Young money http://www.youtube.com/waveya2011 http://www.youtube.com/arimiulovelovecat instagram : waveyaari / waveyamiu / arimiulovelovecat waveya777@naver.com Twitter:ARIWVY / waveyaM
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself Live  (Zénith Paris 2015) 04:12
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Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Canlı Performans) 04:21
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Canlı Performans) 180 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Canlı Performans) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics): [Intro - Nicki Minaj:] Yo B, they ready Let's go [Hook - Beyoncé:] 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 [Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:] I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black card that 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 Feelin' myself, back off, Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off He be thinking about me when he whacks off Whacks on? Wax off National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce On The Run Tour, with my mask off [Hook - Beyoncé:] 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 [Bridge 1 - Beyoncé:] 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 [Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj:] Kitty on peak, pretty on fleek Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, feed 'em for his breakfast Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said, "Damn, Nicki, it's tight, " I say, "Yeah, nigga, you right." He say, "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe." I say, "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU." I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you." [Pre-Chorus - Beyoncé:] I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, 36 of that real Hanky full of that bounce, baby Come get you some of that bounce, baby [Hook - Beyoncé] [Bridge 2 - Nicki Minaj:] Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, beggin' up my ego Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego Ridin' through Texas (Ridin' through Texas, Ridin' through Texas), smokin' all off Talkin' bout that high-grade, Baby, hold up I can kill your migraine (Ridin' through Texas, Ridin', Ridin' through Texas) [Verse 3 - Nicki Minaj:] Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also He 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 lazer Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow [Outro - Nicki Minaj:] You like it don't you? Snitches! Young money
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Audio) ft. Beyoncé 03:57
Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Audio) ft. Beyoncé 64 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Nicki Minaj - Feeling Myself (Audio) ft. Beyoncé (2015) Şarkı Sözleri (Lyrics) : Yo B, they ready Let's go 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 I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black car that let sax have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black magnet Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Whacks off? Wax off National anthem hats off Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2 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 Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast Everytime I whip it I be talkin' so reckless He said "damn Nicki its tight" I say "yeah nigga you right" He say "damn bae you so little but you been really takin' that pipe" I say "yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "teach me, nigga, teach me All this learnin' here is by you" I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real Hank 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 (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego) Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine (Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine) Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire or so He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that, let that nigga know He in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin' You niggas will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques from my records thats 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 lazer Flippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless We the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers Only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them hoes know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow You like it don't you, snitches Young money
Will.i.am - Feelin' Myself Ft. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa, French Montana 04:11
Will.i.am - Feelin' Myself Ft. Miley Cyrus, Wiz Khalifa, French Montana 84 izlenme - 4 yıl önce Music video by will.i.am performing Feelin' Myself. (C) 2013 Interscope Records Şarkı Sözleri: "Feeling Myself" (feat. Miley Cyrus, French Montana, Wiz Khalifa) 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 'Cause we be in the club Bottles on deck And God dammit, God dammit I'm feeling myself 'Cause Imma get it all And Imma 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 [French Montana:] 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 [Will.I.am:] 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 world like a dirty pirate To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus [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 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 'Cause we be in the club Bottles on deck And God dammit, God dammit I'm feeling myself 'Cause Imma get it all And Imma 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 [Wiz Khalifa:] 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 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 Imma get it all And Imma 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 Yes sir
Nicki Minaj, Beyoncé - Feeling Myself (İntro) 03:44
Nicki Minaj, Beyoncé - Feeling Myself (İntro) 53 izlenme - 3 yıl önce Şarkı Sözleri (lyrics): Yo B, they ready Let's go 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 I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it And a good girl in my tax bracket Got a black car that let sax have it These Chanel bags is a bad habit I do balls, Dal Mavericks My Maybach, black magnet Bitch, never left but I'm back at it And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit Feelin' myself, back off Cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off Whacks off? Wax off National anthem hats off Then I curve that nigga like a bad toss Lemme get a number 2 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 Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast Everytime I whip it I be talkin' so reckless He said "damn Nicki its tight" I say "yeah nigga you right" He say "damn bae you so little but you been really takin' that pipe" I say "yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU" I said "teach me, nigga, teach me All this learnin' here is by you" I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real Hank 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 (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego) Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine (Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine) Ridin' through Texas, ridin' through Texas Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire or so He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole Today I'm icy but I'm prayin' for some more snow Let that, let that nigga know He in love with that coco Why these bitches don't never be learnin' You niggas will never get what I be earnin' I'm still gettin' plaques from my records thats 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 lazer Flippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp 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 B and we be whippin' all that D Cause we dope girls we flawless We the poster girls for all this We run around with them ballers Only real niggas on my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them hoes know Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow You like it don't you, snitches Young money
Nicki Minaj feat Beyonce - Feeling Myself 03:57
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