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Feelin’ Myself Lyrics By Will I Am Featuring Miley Cyrus French Montana Wiz Khalifa Dj Mustard

    woo ayy
    wwwwillpower
    mustard on the beat ho

    william with miley cyrus
    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
    ’cause we be in the club bottles on deck
    and god dammit god dammit i’m feelin’ myself
    ’cause i’m gon’ get it all and i’ma 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

    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
    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

    william
    and i don’t give a fuck that’s my whole mo
    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 word 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’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

    william miley cyrus
    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
    ’cause we be in the club bottles on deck
    and god dammit god dammit i’m feelin’ myself
    ’cause i’m gon’ get it all and i’ma 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

    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 old schools 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

    william miley cyrus
    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
    ’cause we be in the club bottles on deck
    and god dammit god dammit i’m feelin’ myself
    ’cause i’m gon’ get it all and i’ma 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

    wiz khalifa
    yes sir

    Artist: Will I Am Featuring Miley Cyrus French Montana Wiz Khalifa Dj Mustard

    Year: 2014

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 500