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WILL.I.AM – Feelin’ Myself

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C#m: 446654

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INTRO: C#m
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I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
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Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
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Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
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Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
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All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
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Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
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She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
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I just give the beats, so don’t give a bread

C#m
‘Cause we be in the club
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Bottles on deck
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And god dammit, god dammit
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I’m feeling myself
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‘Cause I’mma get it all
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And I’mma throw it up
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Like god dammit, god dammit
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I’m feeling myself

C#m
Look up in the mirror
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And the mirror look at me
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The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
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God dammit you the sh*t
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You the sh*t, you the sh*t
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God dammit you the sh*t
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God dammit you the sh*t
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You the sh*t, you the sh*t

C#m
I be everywhere, everybody know me
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Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
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I get busy like a one line
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In the drop getting head baby never mind
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We gettin’ money why you playing with it
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Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
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Slick Rick looking at the mirror
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Big Daddy Kane like Shakira
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1.5 custom made car
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Me and will table looking like the bar
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I love bad bitches that’s my fuckin’ problem
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And I don’t give a fuck that’s my fuckin’ problem

C#m
And I don’t give a fuck that’s my whole Annotatemo
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I rock the whole globe with no problemo
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Been rocking coats since my first demo
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And now I’m banging hoes in the continental
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And I done seen me slidin’ out my dope ride
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I open up the doors, suicide
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I came from the bottom, the sewer side
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I made it to the top cus I do it fly
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Feelin’ fuckin’ lucky like the fuckin’ Irish
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I see the whole game from my third Iris
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I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
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To give the whole world some Miley Cyrus

[Miley Cyrus]
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Now everybody trippin’ like they poppin’ a Miley
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Up in the club, is where you can find me
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I do it real big never do it tiny
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If you about that bullshit please don’t remind me
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I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
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I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
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Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert
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Shake, shake that ass like a, like an expert

[CHORUS]
C#m
I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
C#m
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
C#m
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
C#m
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
C#m
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
C#m
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
C#m
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
C#m
I just give the beats, so don’t give a bread

C#m
‘Cause we be in the club
C#m
Bottles on deck
C#m
And god dammit, god dammit
C#m
I’m feeling myself
C#m
‘Cause I’mma get it all
C#m
And I’mma throw it up
C#m
Like god dammit, god dammit
C#m
I’m feeling myself

C#m
Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
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Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
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Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
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So I don’t need your brains I need my ass kissed
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But all my homies like give me some head
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Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
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Takes shots till our chests burn
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We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let’s get it started
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The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
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The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
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The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
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The bigger the bank that’s more hoes, nigga
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And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
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Coppin’ them oldschools and puttin’ foriegns on the road
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Real talk and if my fuel get low
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I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

[CHORUS]
C#m
I’ll be everywhere, everybody know me
C#m
Super, super fresh, what a dope styling
C#m
Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
C#m
Givenchy, keep the chickens in check
C#m
All these car keys, drive them chickens to my crib
C#m
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
C#m
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
C#m
I just give the beats, so don’t give a bread

C#m
‘Cause we be in the club
C#m
Bottles on deck
C#m
And god dammit, god dammit
C#m
I’m feeling myself
C#m
‘Cause I’mma get it all
C#m
And I’mma throw it up
C#m
Like god dammit, god dammit
C#m
I’m feeling myself

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