Feeling Myself

Yo, B
They ready
Let's go

Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my

I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket (uh)
Got a black card that'll let Saks have it
These Chanel bags is a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black matted (uh)
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
And I'm feeling myself, jack rabbit

Feeling myself, back off
'Cause I'm feeling myself, jack off (uh)
He be thinking about me when he whacks off
Wax on? (Wax off)
National anthem, hats off
Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (uh)
Let me get a number two, with some Mac sauce
"On The Run Tour" with my mask off

I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my

Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference, I stop the world
World, stop
Carry on

Kitty on fleek (oh), pretty on fleek (uh)
Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek (oh)
Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (uh)
Every time I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight"
I say, "Yeah nigga you right" (uh)
He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that pipe"
I said, "Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU" (uh)
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me all this learnin' here is by you" (uh)

I'm whippin' that work
He diggin' that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce, baby
Come get you some of that bounce, baby

I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my (uh)
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my, feeling my
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my (uh)
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my

Cookin' up that base (base), lookin' like a kilo (kilo)
He just wanna taste (taste), biggin' up my ego (ego)
(Ridin'-ridin' through Texas) ridin'-ridin' through Texas
Ridin'-ridin' through Texas
Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade
Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine (migraine, migraine, migraine)
(Ridin'-ridin' through Texas) ridin'-ridin' through Texas
Ridin'-ridin' through Texas

Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow (in love)
I have both and an empire also (in love)
Keep gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
Let that ho-ho, let that ho know (he in love)
He in love with that coco

Why these bitches don't never be learnin'?
You bitches will never get what I be earnin' (uh)
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 laser (rrr)

Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that Perc'
Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's (ki's), car keys got B's (uh)
Stingin' with the Queen Bey and we be whippin' all of that D
'Cause we dope girls we flawless
We the poster girls for all this (uh)
We run around with them ballers
Only real niggas in my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know (uh)
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

Rrr
You like it don't you? Snitches
Young Money



Credits
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Onika Tanya Maraj, Shakur Thomas, Odis Oliver Flores, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Solana I. Rowe
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