Feeling Myself-French Montana

歌手 : French Montana

专辑 : Cocaine Christmas (Bootleg)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:13

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TXT Feeling Myself-French Montana 文本歌词

Feeling Myself - French Montana

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a d**e 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

You the sh*t, you the sh*t

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 b**ches that's my f**kin' problem

And I don't give a f**k that's my f**kin' problem

And I don't give a f**k 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 d**e 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' f**kin' lucky like the f**kin' 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

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 motherf**ker just to make it work

I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk

Shake, shake that a** like a, like an expert

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me

Super, super fresh, what a d**e 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

You the sh*t, you the sh*

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 a** 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, ni**a

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 d**e 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

You the sh*t, yes sir