Feeling Myself lyrics

Yo Scotty

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

I'm feelin' my

Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself

I'm feeling my, feelin' my

I'm 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

Mitch never left but I'm back at it

And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit

Feelin' myself, back off

'Cause I'm feelin' myself, back off

He be thinking about me when he slacks off

Wa-wax on? Wax off

National anthem, hats off

Then I curve that daddy, 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, hey

Male or female, it make no difference

I stop the world

World stop... carry on

Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek

Pretty gang, always keep them daddies on geek

Ri-Ri-Ridin' through Texas (Texas)

Feed 'em for his breakfast

Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless

He said, "Damn, Mitchy, you tight"

I said, "Yeah, daddy, you right"

He said, "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really using those pipes"

I said, "Yes, daddy, I do, but I got brain like NYU"

I said, "Teach me, daddy, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you", hey

Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo

He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego

Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, uhhh

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow

I have both and an empire also

Let that ho ho, let that, 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

Rrrrrrrr, trippin' on that white, uh, trippin' off that pipe

I be 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 daddies on my call list

I'm-I'm-I'm I'm The Big Kahuna

Go let them whores know

Just on this song alone

Mitch is on her fourth flow

Rrrrrr, you like it don't you?

Snitches!

Ohh, man

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• Artist:Superfruit