LYRIC

[Will.I.Am]

I be everywhere

Everybody know me

Super, super fresh

with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist,

couple karats on my neck

Givenchy keep the

chickens in the check

All these car keys drive them

chickens to my crib

Dru Hill? Got somebody

sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean

she get ahead

I just give her beats,

I don't give her bread

[Miley ft. Will.I.Am]

Cus we be in the club

Bottles on deck and

god dammit, god dammit

I'm feelin' myself

Cus I'm gon' get it all

And I'm a throw it

up like a god

dammit, god dammit

I'm feelin' myself

Look up in the mirror,

the mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you

the shit god dammit

You the shit,

you the shit,

you the shit

God dammit

You the shit

god dammit,

you the shit,

god dammit.

[French M.]

I be everywhere, everybody know me

Catch me in the club

hundred bottles on me

I get busy like a one line

In the drop getting

head baby, never mind

We gettin' money why

you playng with it

Pool in the crib you could

land a water plane in it

Slick Rick looking at the mirror

Big daddy Kane bitch

Like Shakira 1.5 custom made car

Me and will table looking like the bar

I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem

And I don't give a fuck that's my

fuckin' problem

[Will.I.Am]

An i don't give a fuck

that's my whole M.O

I rock the whole

globe with no problemo

Been rocking coats

since my first demo

And now I'm banging

hoes in the continental

And I done seen me

slidin; out my dope ride

I open up the doors suicide

I came from the bottom,

the sewer side

I made it to the top cus I do it fly

Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish

I see the whole game from the third Iris

I tour the whole world

like a dirty pirat

To give the whole world some Miley Cyrus

[Miley]

Now everybody trippin'

like they poppin' molly

Up in the club, is where

you can find me

I do it real big

never do it tiny

If you about that bullshit

please don't remind me

I step in this motherfucker

just to make it work

I get on the floor just to

make that booty twerk

Shake, shake

that ass like

a, like an expert

Shake, shake

that ass like

a, like an expert

[Will.I.Am]

I be everywhere

Everybody know me

Super, super fresh

with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist,

couple karats on my neck

Givenchy keep the

chickens in the check

All these car keys drive them

chickens to my crib

Dru Hill? Got somebody

sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean

she get ahead

I just give her beats,

I don't give her bread

[Miley ft. Will.I.Am]

Cus we be in the club

Bottles on deck and

god dammit, god dammit

I'm feelin' myself

Cus I'm gon' get it all

And I'm a throw it

up like a god

dammit, god dammit

I'm feelin' myself

Look up in the mirror,

the mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you

the shit god dammit

You the shit,

you the shit,

you the shit

God dammit

You the shit

god dammit,

you the shit,

god dammit.

[Wiz Khalifa]

Doobie in my hand

Rollie on my wrist

Get a bottle of that thousand

dollar champagne in my fist

Women of in your dreams

sleep in my bed

So I don't need your brains

I need my ass kissed

But all my homies like

give me some head

Smoke joints till our

eyes turn Indian red

Take shots till our chests burn

We got papers, bottles,

mollies, all this

let's get it started

The bigger the bill,

the bigger you ball

The bigger the watch,

the bigger the car

the bigger the star

The bigger the chain

the farther you go,

you already know

The bigger the bank

that's more hoes, nigga

And I done spent a

quarter milli on clothes

Coppin' them oldschools

and puttin' foriegns

on the road

Real talk if my

fuel get low

I roll up another

joint take a

shot and reload, pow.

[Will.I.Am]

I be everywhere

Everybody know me

Super, super fresh

with a dope styling

Hunny on my wrist,

couple karats on my neck

Givenchy keep the

chickens in the check

All these car keys drive them

chickens to my crib

Dru Hill? Got somebody

sleeping on my bed

She give me IQ, that mean

she get ahead

I just give her beats,

I don't give her bread

[Miley ft. Will.I.Am]

Cus we be in the club

Bottles on deck and

god dammit, god dammit

I'm feelin' myself

Cus I'm gon' get it all

And I'm a throw it

up like a god

dammit, god dammit

I'm feelin' myself

Look up in the mirror,

the mirror look at me

The mirror be like baby you

the shit god dammit

You the shit,

you the shit,

you the shit

God dammit

You the shit

god dammit,

you the shit,

god dammit.

will.i.am - Feelin' Myself f. Miley Cyrus, Frenc - lyrics


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