Chords for Feeling Myself

_ Yo B, they ready, _ _ _ let's go
_ _ _ _ [Bm] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
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_ _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ I'm feeling myself, Jack Rabbit, feeling myself, Jack off
Cause I'm feeling myself, Jack off
He be thinking about me when he wax off, wax off
That bunları anthem hats off
Then I curve that [Em] nigga like a bad horse
Let me get a number 2 with some Mac [D] sauce
Or on a run tour with my masque off
I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, [E] I'm feeling my-
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my-
Feeling my, feeling myself
Feeling myself, I'm feeling my-
Feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling my-
Changed the game with that digital try
Know where you was when that digital pop
I stopped the world
[N] Male or female it make no difference
I stopped the world Stop!
Girl, stop.
Carry on.
Kitty on fleek.
[F] Pretty on [E] fleek.
Pretty gang always keep them niggas on geek.
Rotten, rotten through Texas.
[F] Feed him for his [E] breakfast.
Every time I whip it, I be talking so reckless.
He said, damn, nigga, you're so _ _ _ _ little,
but [A] you be really taking that [B] pipe.
I say, yes, [E] daddy, I do.
Give me brain like NYU.
I said, teach me, nigga, teach me.
All that's learning here is by you.
I'm whippin' network.
He diggin' network.
I got it.
36 for that real.
Pancake pull of that bounce, [G] baby.
Come get you some of that bounce, baby.
[E] _
I'm feeling myself.
I'm feeling [Dm] myself.
I'm feeling [E] my, feeling myself.
[E] I'm feeling myself.
I'm feeling my, feeling my, feeling myself.
I'm feeling myself.
I'm feeling my, feeling myself.
I'm feeling myself.
I'm feeling my.
Cooking up that [F#] voice.
Looking like a pillow.
[E] He just wanna taste.
[Bm] Chigging up my [E] ego.
Ego.
Ego.
_ Ego. _
Ego.
Ego.
Ego.
Ego.
[F#] Talking bout that whole [Bm] gray Ego. _ _ _ _
[D] Ego.
Ego.
Ego. Ego. Ego.
Ego.
[Bm] Ego.
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_ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _
[D#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ _ [D#] _ [F] _ _ [Em] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [Em] Who is the queen and things of that nature?
Look at my [D] finger, that is a glacier
[F] Hits like a laser
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_ [E] _ Trippin' on that wort
Trippin' off that port
Flip, flip, flippin' up my skirt
And I be whippin' all that whort
[Em] Taking trips with all them keys
Cart keys got bees
Stingin' with the queen bee
And we be whippin' all of that ghee
Cause we dope girls, we flawless
We the [F] poster girls for all of us
We run around with them ballas
Only real niggas in my call list
I'm the big kahuna
Go let them [E] whores know
Just on this song alone
Bitches on her fourth floor
_ [A] _
_ _ _ _ [D#] _ _ [E] You like it don't you? _ _ _ _ _ _