Other Exercises
Feeling Myself 
Hard
by 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
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ
That she get ahead
I just give her beats
I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the club
on 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 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 getting head baby never mind
We're getting money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib
You land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane (***) like Shakira
One point five custom made car
Me and will looking 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 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 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 like the fucking Irish
I see the whole game from my third iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus
Now everybod tripping 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 (*****) don't remind me
I step in this mother-mother just to make it work
I get on the floor just to that booty twerk
Shake, shake that (****) like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that (****) a, like an expert
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check (hey)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (hey)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (hey)
She give me IQ
mean 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 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)
in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need brains, I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes 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 million clothes
Copping them oldschools
And on the road
Real 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, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check (hey)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (hey)
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (hey)
She give me IQ
That mean 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 feeling myself)
Look up in the mirror and the 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, 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
on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy keep the in check
All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
Dru Hill got somebody sleeping on my bed
She give me IQ
That she get ahead
I just give her beats
I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the club
on 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 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 getting head baby never mind
We're getting money why you playing with it
Pool in the crib
You land a water plane in it
Slick Rick looking at the mirror
Big Daddy Kane (***) like Shakira
One point five custom made car
Me and will looking 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 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 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 like the fucking Irish
I see the whole game from my third iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus
Now everybod tripping 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 (*****) don't remind me
I step in this mother-mother just to make it work
I get on the floor just to that booty twerk
Shake, shake that (****) like a, like an expert
Shake, shake that (****) a, like an expert
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
Honey on my wrist, couple on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check (hey)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (hey)
Jewel heel, got slipping in my bed (hey)
She give me IQ
mean 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 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)
in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
So I don't need brains, I need my ass kissed
But all my homies like give me some head
Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
Takes 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 million clothes
Copping them oldschools
And on the road
Real 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, couple karats on my neck
Givenchy, the chickens in check (hey)
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib (hey)
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed (hey)
She give me IQ
That mean 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 feeling myself)
Look up in the mirror and the 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, yes sir, yes sir)
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