Karaoké Feeling Myself Nicki Minaj & Beyoncé

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, 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 'cos I'm feelin' myself

Jack off

He be thinkin' 'bout me when he whacks off

Wax on

Na-na-na-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

Pre-pre-pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek

Ridin', ridin' through Texas

Feed him for his breakfast

Everytime I whip it

I be talkin' so reckless

He said Damn Nicki it's tight

I-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

I'm whippin' that work

He diggin' that work

I got it

Thirty-six 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

Smoke it all off

Talkin' bout that high-grade

Baby hold up

I can kill your migraine

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 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 forty

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 rrrr

Drippin' on that work

Tri-trippin' off that perc

Flip-flip-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 B and we be whippin' all of that D

'Cos 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-I-I-I'm the big kahuna

Go let them whores know

Just on this song alone

Bitch is on her fourth flow

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Rrrr

You like it dontcha Snitches

Ha ha ha ha ha ha

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