Feelin’ Myself lyrics

[Verse 1: Junglepus*y]
I'm feelin' myself
These n*ggas can't touch me, f*ck me
Baby ass n*ggas, lil' puppies
Big b*tch doing big sh*t like it's nothing
Stunting everyday-ay, yeah that's my diet
Caught you eating burgers and fries like a fried b*tch
You a side b*tch apparently, cause you love me
I let 'em ride my wave but they don't get nothing from me
If a b*tch press me, I catch amnesia; I go dummy
Kill 'em with my heels then it's back to the money

[Hook: Shane Augustus]
What's happening? What's up?
Who want it? What's up?
I got it, like what
We on it, what's up?
Line 'em up (x16)

[Verse 2: Junglepus*y]
When I make it rain I be shining, I be sunny
According to Maury, these n*ggas ain't my sons
(I am not your mother)
I ain't claiming 'em, they corny
The di*k bored me (*Yawns*)
Now I'm playing with my pus*y, it's gushy
The streets asking, "Junglepus*y, is it bushy?"
Nah, I'm classy you can't play me
I'm such a f*cking lady
Brown skin poppin' like oxtail gravy
Chilling under palm trees, these b*tches is shady
These b*tches got babies, my body looking tight
You know I'm looking like the one you want at home at night
Ain't that right, mmm? Yeah that's right, mmm
Oh, I think I like how I love my life
Getting (beep) everyday of my life
[Hook]

[Verse 3: Junglepus*y]
I'm that b*tch like who you gon' run to
Running in a race, I come in first place
Ask your man (?)
My name been in your mouth like the booty got the taste
Why wait when you see me looking great
Curves of a nymph, number eight type shape
I don't do beef and I don't eat steak
But if you want some, I can serve you up a plate
W-W-Wait up, b*tches step your weight up
Don't let me call Dai up
She gon' serve you like a waiter
Ya'll b*tches really don't want war
Besides it's not what I came for
I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
I'm feelin' myself, I need an encore

[Hook]