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Feeling Myself Lyrics – Nicki Minaj feat. Beyoncé

    Feeling Myself is a popular rap song by Nicki Minaj featuring Beyoncé, from the 2014 album The Pinkprint. Check words to Nicki Minaj Feeling Myself Lyrics in English below.

    Feeling Myself Lyrics – Nicki Minaj feat. Beyoncé 

    [Intro: Nicki Minaj]
    Yo, B, they ready
    Let’s go

    [Chorus: Beyoncé]
    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

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    I’m with some hood girls lookin’ back at it
    And a good girl in my tax bracket (Uh)
    Got a black card that’ll let Saks have it
    These Chanel bags is a bad habit
    I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks
    My Maybach, black matted (Uh)
    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 (Uh)
    He be thinking about me when he whacks off
    Wax on? Wax off
    National anthem, hats off
    Then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss (Uh)
    Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce
    “On The Run Tour”, with my mask off
    [Chorus: Beyoncé]
    I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my (Uh)
    Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my
    Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my (Uh)
    Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

    [Post-Chorus: Beyoncé]
    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

    [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
    Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek (Uh)
    Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek
    Ridin’-ridin’ through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast (Uh)
    Everytime I whip it, I be talkin’ so reckless
    He said “Damn, Nicki, it’s tight, ” I say “Yeah, nigga, you right” (Uh)
    He said “Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin’ that pipe”
    I said “Yes, daddy, I do, gimme brain like NYU” (Uh)
    I said “Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin’ here is by you”

    [Pre-Chorus: Beyoncé]
    I’m whippin’ that work, he diggin’ that work
    I got it, 36 of that real
    Panky full of that bounce baby
    Come get you some of that bounce baby
    [Chorus: Beyoncé]
    I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my (Uh)
    Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my
    Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my (Uh)
    Feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself, I’m killin’ my

    [Bridge: Nicki Minaj & Beyoncé, (Nicki Minaj + Beyoncé)]
    Cookin’ up that base (Base), lookin’ like a kilo (Kilo)
    He just wanna taste (Taste), biggin’ up my ego (Ego)
    (Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
    Ridin’ through Texas (Ridin’ through Texas) (Ridin’ through Texas)
    Smoke it all off, talkin’ bout that high-grade
    Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine
    (Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine)
    Ridin’ through Texas (Ridin’ through Texas) (Ridin’ through Texas)

    [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Beyoncé]
    Bitches ain’t got punchlines or flow
    I have both and an empire also
    Keep 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-let that ho know (He in love)
    He in love with that coco
    Why these bitches don’t never be learnin’?
    You bitches will never get what I be earnin’ (Uh)
    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 laser
    Rrr! 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 (Uh)
    Stingin’ with the Queen B and we be whippin’ all of that D
    Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this (Uh)
    We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list
    I’m the big kahuna, go let them whores know (Uh)
    Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
    [Outro: Nicki Minaj]
    Hahaha, Rrrrrrrrrr!
    You like it, don’t’chyea? Snitches!
    (*Laughter*)
    Young Money

     

    Writer(s): Nicki Minaj, Beyoncé, Polow da Don, Hit-Boy

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