Feelin' Myself

  • 專輯:#willpower
  • 發行:2013-01-01
  • 演唱:Will.I.Am
字型

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 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
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


      • 專輯:#willpower
      • 發行:2013-01-01
      • 演唱:Will.I.Am
      字型

      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 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
      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

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