Letra da Música Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé) Nicki Minaj

Yo, B, they ready
Lets goI'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' myI'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black car that let sax have it, these Chanel bags is a bad habit
I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black magnet
Bitch, never left but I'm back at it and I'm feelin' myself, Jack rabbit
Feelin' myself, back off, 'cause I'm feelin' myself, Jack off
He be thinking about me when he whacks off
Whacks off? Wax off
National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number 2, with some mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask offI'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' myChanged 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 onKitty on pink, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang always, keep them niggas on geek
Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
He said: Damn, Nicki it's tight, I say: Yeah, nigga, you right
He say: Damn, bae, you so little, but you been really takin' that pipe
I say: Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU
I said: Teach me, nigga, teach me, All this learnin' here is by youI'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Hank full of that bounce, baby
Come get you some of that bounce, babyI'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' myCookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo
He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all off
Talkin' bout that high-grade, baby, hold up
I can kill your migraineBitches ain't got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
He 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 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 40I 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
Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp
Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got b'sStingin' 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 niggas on my call list
I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
You like it, don't you? Snitches!
Young Money

Composição: Beyoncé Knowles / Chauncey Hollis / Onika Maraj / Solona Rowe.