Feelin' Myself
Aye lil mama so ugh
So I'm throwing this party and ugh
I just want to show you know how I could ugh
How I could really respect women you know like ugh
I think I was put on this earth to do that shit
Damn I'm feeling myself
Throw a little party so your girl can come and help
Wrecking shit it's like a hotel
Getting money stacking it like it's a bookshelf
Bitch bois yeah I repel
Your buttons are getting pushed you's a doorbell
But you know I'm just feeling myself
Show her something new I win a prize like it's Nobel
Hold it down for the whole squad
Oh what you didn't I was a rock star
Oh what you wanna check if you was valid pulling up with some action
But instead you get back kicked end up on world star
Like eh get back
Sipping on some lean but I still run it fast
Eh you didn't just make the cut like draft
Getting tacos with the cheese chihuahua just no Kraft
Wait hold my cup for a second I think I'm about to go dumb
Damn I'm feeling myself
Throw a little party so your girl can come and help
Wrecking shit it's like a hotel
Getting money stacking it like it's a bookshelf
Bitch bois yeah I repel
Your buttons are getting pushed you's a doorbell
But you know I'm just feeling myself
Show her something new I win a prize like it's Nobel
Horns in my earlobes horns on my temple
Tooting your horns like I tickle that pickle
I just be swerving in it in and out like a burger hold the tissues
I be out this world scientology like Tom Cruise
I be fucking with weed and the lean and the ye
Cause of that some y'all say Attila you ain't the same
But I love me almost as much Kanye loves Kanye
So you either with the movement or get out my way
Where's that cup I'm feeling moist
I'm the one who tipped off T
I'm the one who gave your girl good D
I'm the one who pulled up to game flipped that shit and made all you wack fucks obsolete
You can take the pistol cover I'm still coming for your place
Pusha was a ripple in ocean but now here go comes the wave
You specialized in bag inventory while I specced to dragon slay
When I call for a battle don't be a 69 and start changing your state
Yikes damn (that's some scary shit) I even shock my estate
Better faster stronger nah this ain't no mistake
All mine all mine with the king yeah we slay
You knocked down five fingers of death just like Sway
Ey damn like watch me sway
Ey damn watch your girl run away
Ey damn clearly paid to entertain but it's a
Ghost town when you perform cause you a lame
Where's Chubs with the lean oh wait that's on the Gibberish song whatever
Damn I'm feeling myself
Throw a little party so your girl can come and help
Wrecking shit it's like a hotel
Getting money stacking it like it's a bookshelf
Bitch bois yeah I repel
Your buttons are getting pushed you's a doorbell
But you know I'm just feeling myself
Show her something new I win a prize like it's Nobel
I'm cut throat it's tiring
I'm never retiring
I keep on perspiring
My mind needs rewiring
Sweet I seem inviting
In silence I'm lying
I'm really supplying
Today y'all be hired
Next day I am firing
Fuck rules ain't no fighting
Axe through the door like I'm straight out of the shining
Ain't never drop a mic I'm never resigning
Paying for a feature they like how I'm writing
And I feel the hate too that shit's satisfying gravity defying
I'll never stop cooking I've been on appliance
I've said it before but y'all just re-re-re-realizing
Moist the fucking mixtape oh my god
Got that Betty Crocker moist boys
Pound cake bitch
So I'm throwing this party and ugh
I just want to show you know how I could ugh
How I could really respect women you know like ugh
I think I was put on this earth to do that shit
Damn I'm feeling myself
Throw a little party so your girl can come and help
Wrecking shit it's like a hotel
Getting money stacking it like it's a bookshelf
Bitch bois yeah I repel
Your buttons are getting pushed you's a doorbell
But you know I'm just feeling myself
Show her something new I win a prize like it's Nobel
Hold it down for the whole squad
Oh what you didn't I was a rock star
Oh what you wanna check if you was valid pulling up with some action
But instead you get back kicked end up on world star
Like eh get back
Sipping on some lean but I still run it fast
Eh you didn't just make the cut like draft
Getting tacos with the cheese chihuahua just no Kraft
Wait hold my cup for a second I think I'm about to go dumb
Damn I'm feeling myself
Throw a little party so your girl can come and help
Wrecking shit it's like a hotel
Getting money stacking it like it's a bookshelf
Bitch bois yeah I repel
Your buttons are getting pushed you's a doorbell
But you know I'm just feeling myself
Show her something new I win a prize like it's Nobel
Horns in my earlobes horns on my temple
Tooting your horns like I tickle that pickle
I just be swerving in it in and out like a burger hold the tissues
I be out this world scientology like Tom Cruise
I be fucking with weed and the lean and the ye
Cause of that some y'all say Attila you ain't the same
But I love me almost as much Kanye loves Kanye
So you either with the movement or get out my way
Where's that cup I'm feeling moist
I'm the one who tipped off T
I'm the one who gave your girl good D
I'm the one who pulled up to game flipped that shit and made all you wack fucks obsolete
You can take the pistol cover I'm still coming for your place
Pusha was a ripple in ocean but now here go comes the wave
You specialized in bag inventory while I specced to dragon slay
When I call for a battle don't be a 69 and start changing your state
Yikes damn (that's some scary shit) I even shock my estate
Better faster stronger nah this ain't no mistake
All mine all mine with the king yeah we slay
You knocked down five fingers of death just like Sway
Ey damn like watch me sway
Ey damn watch your girl run away
Ey damn clearly paid to entertain but it's a
Ghost town when you perform cause you a lame
Where's Chubs with the lean oh wait that's on the Gibberish song whatever
Damn I'm feeling myself
Throw a little party so your girl can come and help
Wrecking shit it's like a hotel
Getting money stacking it like it's a bookshelf
Bitch bois yeah I repel
Your buttons are getting pushed you's a doorbell
But you know I'm just feeling myself
Show her something new I win a prize like it's Nobel
I'm cut throat it's tiring
I'm never retiring
I keep on perspiring
My mind needs rewiring
Sweet I seem inviting
In silence I'm lying
I'm really supplying
Today y'all be hired
Next day I am firing
Fuck rules ain't no fighting
Axe through the door like I'm straight out of the shining
Ain't never drop a mic I'm never resigning
Paying for a feature they like how I'm writing
And I feel the hate too that shit's satisfying gravity defying
I'll never stop cooking I've been on appliance
I've said it before but y'all just re-re-re-realizing
Moist the fucking mixtape oh my god
Got that Betty Crocker moist boys
Pound cake bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Mikhail Kokirtsev
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