Feeling Myself lyrics
Fiche de Feeling Myself Miley Cyrus lyrics
artiste
parole Feeling Myself - Miley Cyrus lyrics
paroles officielles ♪ Feeling Myself ♪
Whoo, W-w-w-will power

I be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill got somebody slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And God dammit, God dammit
I'm feeling myself
'Cause Imma get it all
And Imma throw it up
Like God dammit, God dammit
I'm feeling 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, you the shit

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
1.5 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

And I don't give a fuck that's my whole M.O.
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 world like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly
Up in the club, is where you 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

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill, got somebody slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And God dammit, God dammit
I'm feeling myself
'Cause Imma get it all
And Imma throw it up
Like God dammit, God dammit
I'm feeling myself

Look up in the mirror
And 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, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of 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
Take 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 oldschools 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

I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill, got somebody slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, I don't give a bread

'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And God dammit, God dammit
I'm feeling myself
'Cause Imma get it all
And Imma throw it up
Like God dammit, God dammit
I'm feeling myself

Look up in the mirror
And 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, you the shit

Yes sir
Musixmatch.com
Droits paroles : paroles officielles sous licence MusiXmatch respectant le droit d'auteur.
Reproduction parole interdite sans autorisation. Writer(s): Mikely Wilhelm Adam, Willi Adams, Cameron Thomas, Karim Kharbouch, Jean Baptiste Kouame, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Commentaires
Postez une réaction pour Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself paroles
Nom/Pseudo
Commentaire
MP3 Télécharger sur iTunes
Miley Cyrus - Feeling Myself parole
MP3 Télécharger sur iTunes
Autres paroles de Miley Cyrus
The Climb
When I Look At You
My Darlin' (feat. Future)
Wrecking Ball
Party In The USA
Adore You
I'll Always Remember You
Jolene
23
Butterfly Fly Away
Malibu
Stay
We Can't Stop
7 Things
I Look At You
Send It On
Summertime Sadness
No Freedom
Wherever I Go
Real And True
Look What They've Done To My Song
Happy Together
I Hope You Find It
The Climb (From "Hannah Montana The Movie")
Goodbye
Younger Now
Love That Lets Go
Dream
Karen Don't Be Sad
Happy Hippie Presents: No Freedom
I'll Take Care Of You
Party In the U.S.A.
Breakout (live)
Who Owns My Heart (The Alias Remix)
7 Things (EK's Baleric Mix)
We Can't Stop (promo only clean edit)
Start All Over - Live from Arrowhead Pond, Anaheim, U.S.A./2008
Fucking Fucked Up
Adore You (remix)
Wrecking Ball (instrumental)
Wrecking Ball (Director's Cut)
Don't Dream It's Over
Breakout
Party In The USA (Cosmo Remix)
Party in the U.S.A. (Wideboys remix)
Party In The USA (Wideboys Radio Edit)
À découvrir...
Artistes et paroles : sélection aléatoire parmi les artistes et lyrics du moment
Le Roi Lion | Johnny Hallyday | Julien Clerc | Joe Dassin | La Reine Des Neiges | Julio Iglésias | Grease | Roméo Et Juliette | Chantal Goya | Justin Bieber | Eminem | Maitre Gims | Les Compagnons De La Chanson | Hugues Aufray | Henri Dès | Edith Piaf | Diam's | Alicia Keys | Guy Béart | Adele | Nena | Graeme Allwright | Toto Cutugno | Le Livre De La Jungle | Axelle Red

You're The One That I Want | 99 Luftballons | Vice Et Versa | Besoin D'amour | Ta Main | We Are The Champions | La Nuit N'en Finit Plus | Bad Boys | Creep | Tu Vas Me Détruire | Sous Une Pluie D'étoiles | Demande Au Soleil | Ne M'oublie Pas | In Italia | Téléphone-moi | La Lune Est Morte | La Rue Principale | Let It Be | Chanson Sans Calcium | Tu Es Toujours Là | La Peine Maximum | Tout Donner | Skyfall | You Sang To Me | Vacances J'oublie Tout
Problème de connexion ?
Ouvrir un compte (gratuit)
Sélectionnez dans l'ordre suivant :
1| symbole en haut de la croix
2| symbole en bas du pouce en l'air
3| symbole à gauche de l'étoile
grid grid grid
grid grid grid
grid grid grid