feeling myself lyrics – nicki minaj

yo b they ready
let’s go

i’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’ my

i’m with some hood girls lookin’ back at it
and a good girl in my tax bracket
got a black card that let saks have it
these chanel bags is a bad habit
i-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
heard he thinks about me when he whacks off
whacks on 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 off

i’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’ 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 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 be 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 you”

i’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 baby

i’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’ my

cookin’ 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 heal your migraine

bitches 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 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 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’s
stingin’ 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…