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conversations.value: Write me a song called Feeling Myself with the following description: “Feelin' Myself” is a song by will.i.am featuring Miley Cyrus, French Montana and Wiz Khalifa
  It was released on November 26, 2013, by Interscope Records as the lead single from the expanded version of will.i.am’s fourth studio album #willpower (2013)
  It was written and produced by Mustard, SARE and Mikely Adam, with additional songwriting provided by will.i.am, Khalifa, Montana, and Jean Baptiste
  An accompanying music video was premiered on November 26, 2013 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: will.i.am & 
  YG
  ]
  Woo, ayy
  W-w-w-willpower
  Mustard on the beat, ho
  [Chorus: will.i.am, 
  will.i.am & Miley Cyrus
  ]
  I be everywhere, everybody know me
  Super, super fresh with a dope stylin’
  Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
  Givenchy keep the chicks in check
  All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
  Dru Hill? Got somebody sleepin’ 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'ma 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 sir)
  [Verse 1: French Montana]
  I be everywhere, everybody know me
  Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
  I get busy like a one line
  In the drop getting head, baby, never mind
  We gettin' money why you playin’ with it
  Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
  Slick Rick lookin’ at the mirror
  Big Daddy Kane bitch like Shakira
  1.5 custom made car
  Me and Will table lookin’ like the bar
  I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
  And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem [Verse 2: will.i.am]
  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
  [Verse 3: Miley Cyrus]
  Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly
  Up in the club, is where you'll 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 shit like a, like an expert
  Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert
  [Chorus: will.i.am & Miley Cyrus]
  I be everywhere, everybody know me
  Super, super fresh with a dope stylin’
  Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
  Givenchy keep the chicks in check
  All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
  Dru Hill? Got somebody sleepin’ 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'ma 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 [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
  Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
  Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
  Women 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 ’til 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
  [Chorus: will.i.am & Miley Cyrus]
  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 chicks in check
  All these car keys drive them chicks 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'ma 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 [Outro: Wiz Khalifa]
  Yes, sir!