Feelin' Myself
Wiz Khalifa Lyrics


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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 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
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a throw it up like 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, you the shit

I be everywhere, everybody know me
Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
I get busy like a one liner
In the drop getting head baby never mind
We gettin' money why you playing 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

And 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 'Cause I do it fly
Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
I see the whole game from my third Iris
I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus

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

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 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 give me head
I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a throw it up like 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, you the shit

Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
Got 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
Takes 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 old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow

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 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
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
'Cause I'm gon' get it all
And I'm a throw it up like 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, you the shit yes sire

Overall Meaning

The song "Feelin' Myself" by Wiz Khalifa is all about confidence and self-assurance. In the first verse, Wiz proclaims that he is everywhere and that everybody knows him. He describes himself as fresh and stylish, with expensive jewelry on his wrist and neck. He mentions a brand, Givenchy, that helps him control and attract women. Wiz refers to his success in the music industry by saying he gives beats to female artists, meaning he produces songs for them, and he appreciates their intelligence (IQ), implying that they are talented and capable. He asserts his authority in the club scene, expressing his self-assuredness and dominance with a sense of accomplishment.


In the second verse, Wiz continues to assert his confidence and wealth. He mentions being in the club with numerous bottles and emphasizes his ability to attract women. He brags about his ability to make money and dismisses those who doubt his success. Wiz talks about his luxurious lifestyle, with a pool in his house where even a water plane could land. He references influential figures in hip-hop, Slick Rick and Big Daddy Kane, affirming his own status in the industry. He enjoys being with "bad bitches" and doesn't care what others think about it.


The third verse describes Wiz's rise from humble beginnings to fame. He mentions his success in the music industry, touring the world and comparing himself to a pirate. He also alludes to Miley Cyrus, a symbol of contemporary pop culture, suggesting that his music and performances are trendy and popular. Wiz observes that everyone seems to be under the influence of drugs like Molly (ecstasy) in the club, emphasizing that he is there to have a good time and not engage in trivial matters. He talks about his ability to make the crowd move by dancing and encourages women to shake their bodies like experts.


The final verse focuses on enjoying the finer things in life. Wiz mentions smoking marijuana and showing off expensive watches and cars, linking material possessions to his level of success. He indicates that his wealth and status attract women who sleep in his bed, but he values their adoration and flattery more than their intellectual contributions. Wiz associates his lifestyle with partying, spending money on clothes and cars, and replenishing his energy with more drugs and alcohol.


Overall, the song is a celebration of Wiz Khalifa's confidence, success, and enjoyment of a lavish lifestyle. It showcases his self-assurance, material wealth, and ability to attract women.


Line by Line Meaning

I be everywhere everybody know me
I am well-known and can be found in various locations.


Super, super fresh with a dope styling
I have a unique and cool style that stands out.


Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
I wear expensive jewelry, like a diamond watch and necklace.


Givenchy keep the chickens in check
I am in control and have authority over women.


All these car keys drive them chickens to my crib
I have multiple luxury cars that attract women to my home.


Dru Hill? Got somebody sleeping on my bed
I have so many women interested in me that someone is sleeping in my bed.


She give me IQ, that mean she get ahead
The woman I'm with is intelligent and knows how to succeed.


I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
I provide her with music, not financial support.


'Cause we be in the club
Because we frequently go to the club.


Bottles on deck and god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
I have bottles of alcohol ready to celebrate and I am feeling confident and proud.


'Cause I'm gon' get it all
Because I am determined to achieve success in everything.


And I'm a throw it up like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
And I will celebrate and flaunt my success.


Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
When I look in the mirror, I see myself.


The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
The mirror reflects my confidence and tells me I am amazing.


You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
You are great and highly respected.


Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
I am smoking a marijuana joint while wearing a luxury Rolex watch.


Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
I have a bottle of expensive champagne tightly gripped in my hand.


Women of in your dreams sleep in my bed
The women you fantasize about are sleeping in my bed.


So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed
I am not interested in your intelligence, but rather in your admiration and flattery.


But all my homies like give me some head
My friends want to receive oral sex.


Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
We smoke marijuana until our eyes become bloodshot red.


Takes shots till our chests burn
We drink alcohol shots until our chests feel a burning sensation.


We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started
We have rolling papers for marijuana, bottles of alcohol, and ecstasy pills; let's start the party.


The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
The more money you spend, the more extravagant and impressive your lifestyle becomes.


The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
The more luxurious and expensive your watch and car are, the more famous and successful you appear.


The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
The larger and more extravagant your jewelry chain is, the more successful and influential you become.


The bigger the bank that's more hoes, nigga
The more money you have in your bank account, the more women are interested in you.


And I done spent a quarter milli on clothes
I have already spent $250,000 on clothing.


Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
I am buying vintage cars and driving expensive foreign cars.


Real talk and if my fuel get low
Honestly, if I am running out of energy or motivation,


I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow
I will smoke more marijuana, take another shot of alcohol, and regain my energy.


You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit yes sire
You are incredible and deserving of praise.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MIKELY WILHELM ADAM, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, WILL ADAMS, KARIM KHARBOUCH, JEAN BAPTISTE KOUAME, CAMERON THOMAS

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@WyFryWab

Is it just me or did Miley get hella tall over the weekend XD

@badblexie2588

Its her high hills

@Lila27Elina

Lexie Sandoval Heels* lol

@badblexie2588

Same thing

@Joeybroke

Hills and heels are definitely not the same thing.

@badblexie2588

How cares nobody

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@rickydillon

miley will return

@alexmad04

Is she dead

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is best now

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+Ricky Dillon WHYYY

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