Otros Ejercicios
Feeling Myself 
Hard
de Will.i.am & Miley Cyrus & French Montana & Wiz Khalifa
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(Hey)
(Will-will-will power, power, power, power, power...)
I'll be everywhere everybody know me
Super-super fresh with a dope styling
Honey 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 got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ
she get ahead
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 feeling myself
'Cause I'm (going to) get it all
And I'm a 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
(Yes sir)
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
I'll get busy like a one liner
In the drop head baby never mind
We're getting money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib
You land a water in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane (***) like Shakira
One point five custom made car
Me and will table like the bar
Love bad (bad) that's my (***) problem
And I don't give a (****) that's my (f) problem
And I don't give a (****) that's my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo (yeah)
And now I'm banging hoes in the continental (yeah)
And I done seen me sliding out my dope ride (yeah)
I open up the doors
Suicide (yeah)
I came from the bottom
The sewer side (yeah)
I made it to the top 'cause I do it fly (yeah)
Feeling fucking lucky the fucking Irish
I see the whole game from my third iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the some Miley Cyrus
Now everybod tripping like they popping molly
Up in the club, is where you find me
I do it real big never do it tiny
If you about that (*****) please don't remind me
I step in this mother-mother to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that (****) like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that (****) like a, like an expert
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check (hey)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (hey)
heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (hey)
She give me IQ
That she get me 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 I'mma get it all
And I'mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
(I'm myself)
Look up in the mirror and the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
(Yes sir)
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a of that thousand champagne in my fist
Women of 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
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 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 hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter million clothes
Copping them oldschools
And putting foriegns 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
Honey on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in (hey)
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib (hey)
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (hey)
She me IQ
That she get me head
I 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 I'mma get it all
And I'mma throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
(I'm feeling myself)
Look up in the and the mirror 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
(yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)
(Will-will-will power, power, power, power, power...)
I'll be everywhere everybody know me
Super-super fresh with a dope styling
Honey 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 got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ
she get ahead
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 feeling myself
'Cause I'm (going to) get it all
And I'm a 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
(Yes sir)
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
I'll get busy like a one liner
In the drop head baby never mind
We're getting money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib
You land a water in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane (***) like Shakira
One point five custom made car
Me and will table like the bar
Love bad (bad) that's my (***) problem
And I don't give a (****) that's my (f) problem
And I don't give a (****) that's my whole M.O
I rock the whole globe with no problemo
Been rocking coats since my first demo (yeah)
And now I'm banging hoes in the continental (yeah)
And I done seen me sliding out my dope ride (yeah)
I open up the doors
Suicide (yeah)
I came from the bottom
The sewer side (yeah)
I made it to the top 'cause I do it fly (yeah)
Feeling fucking lucky the fucking Irish
I see the whole game from my third iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the some Miley Cyrus
Now everybod tripping like they popping molly
Up in the club, is where you find me
I do it real big never do it tiny
If you about that (*****) please don't remind me
I step in this mother-mother to make it work
I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
Shake, shake that (****) like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that (****) like a, like an expert
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a styling
Honey on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check (hey)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (hey)
heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (hey)
She give me IQ
That she get me 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 I'mma get it all
And I'mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
(I'm myself)
Look up in the mirror and the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the god dammit
You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
(Yes sir)
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a of that thousand champagne in my fist
Women of 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
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 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 hoes, nigga
And I done spent a quarter million clothes
Copping them oldschools
And putting foriegns 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
Honey on my wrist, karats on my neck
Givenchy, keep the chickens in (hey)
All these car keys, drive chickens to my crib (hey)
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (hey)
She me IQ
That she get me head
I 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 I'mma get it all
And I'mma throw it up
god dammit, god dammit
(I'm feeling myself)
Look up in the and the mirror 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
(yes sir, yes sir, yes sir)
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