LyricsFeeling Myself

Pentatonix

Last update on: July 22, 2017
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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'll let Saks have it These Chanel bag's a bad habit I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted Mitch, 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, wax on Wax off National anthem, hats off, then I curve that Daddy, like a bad toss Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce On The Run Tour, with my mask off 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 fleek, pretty on fleek Pretty gang, always keep them Daddies on geek Ridin' through Texas, feed him for his breakfast Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless He said "Damn Mitchie you tight," I say "Yeah Daddy you right" He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really using those pipes" I said "Yes Daddy I do, but I got brain like NYU" I said "Teach me, Daddy, teach me. All this learnin' here is by you Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego) Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also 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 NatureLook at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser Drippin' on that work, trippin' off that perc 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 Bey 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 Daddies in my call list I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know Just on this song alone, Mitch is on her fourth flow Rrrrrrrrrr! You like it don't you Snitches!

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