Feeling Myself Songtext

von Pentatonix

Yo Scotty, 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'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!