Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé) - Nicki Minaj

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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

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 niggas on geek
Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless

He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight"
I say, "Yeah nigga you right"
He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that pipe"

I said, "Yes daddy I do
Gimme brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me
All this learnin' here is by you" (Uhn!)

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

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

Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego...

(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas

Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade
Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine...
(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas

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 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'
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...

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 of that D

'Cause we dope girls we flawless
We the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers
Only real niggas in my call list

I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

Rrrr!
You like it don't you? Snitches!
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Feeling Myself (feat. Beyoncé) Lyrics

Yo, B
They ready?
Let's go!

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 bags is a bad habit

I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks
My Maybach, black matted
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
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
Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce
"On The Run Tour" With my mask off

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

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 niggas on geek
Ridin' through Texas (Texas), feed him for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless

He said, "Damn Nicki it's tight"
I say, "Yeah nigga you right"
He said, "Damn, bae, you so little but you be really takin' that pipe"

I said, "Yes daddy I do
Gimme brain like NYU"
I said, "Teach me, nigga, teach me
All this learnin' here is by you" (Uhn!)

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

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

Cookin' up that base, lookin' like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin' up my ego...

(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas

Smoke it all off, talkin' bout that high-grade
Baby, hold up, I can kill your migraine...
(Ridin' through Texas...) Ridin'-ridin' through Texas

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 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'
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...

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 of that D

'Cause we dope girls we flawless
We the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers
Only real niggas in my call list

I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

Rrrr!
You like it don't you? Snitches!
Young Money

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Onika Tanya Maraj (born December 8, 1982 in Trinidad and Tobago but now lives in New York City, New York, United States), better known by her stage name Nicki Minaj, is a Trinidadian-American, rapper and singer-songwriter signed to a joint venture between Lil Wayne's Young Money Entertainment and Universal Motown. After releasing several mixtapes and building substantial buzz online her debut album, Pink Friday, was released on November 22, 2010. In October 2010, Minaj became the first female rapper to have seven songs on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

Minaj has been creating mixtape tracks since 2004, and appeared in XXL magazine. In 2008 she won the Female Artist of the Year award at the Underground Music Awards.

Pink Friday's lead buzz track, Massive Attack, features singer-rapper Sean Garrett and was released on April 13th 2010, peaking at #19 on the Billboard Top Heatseekers Songs chart. Your Love, the album's second single, was released on June 1st following a premature leak. The song peaked at #14 on the Billboard Hot 100 and at #1 on the Rap Songs chart, thus becoming Minaj's most successful single release at the time.

The follow up to Minaj's number one album Pink Friday, Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded also debuted at the top of the charts. The album contained the multi-platinum single Starships. Minaj's latest album The Pinkprint was released in 2014. The single Anaconda debuted at number 2 on the Billboard charts, thus becoming her highest single entry to date.

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