Will.i.am ha publicado este martes el videoclip de 'Feeling myself', en el que comparte protagonismo con Wiz Khalifa, French Montana y nada más y nada menos que Miley Cyrus, tan ligera de ropa como siempre.
Fondos coloridos, coches lujosos, fajos de billetes, efectos visuales y la reina del Twerk se unen para formar el nuevo clip del conocido líder de The Black Eyed Peas, primer single de su último trabajo discográfico '#Willpower' ('Fuerza de voluntad'), que llegará a la tiendas el próximo 9 de diciembre.
El álbum supone el relanzamiento del cuarto disco en solitario del angelino, una producción que ya vio la luz en abril de este año, cuando sus famosos 'This is Love' y 'Scream & Shout', con colaboración de Britney incluida, llenaron las pistas de baile de medio mundo.
Lo mismo pretende hacer con un tema que parece alejarse ligeramente del tono discotequero que ha impregnado sus últimas producciones y se acerca a algo más urbano. Aquí tienes el clip:
La protagonista es la exchica Disney, quien también ha sido noticia últimamente por la polémica celebración de su 21 cumpleaños, en el que se notó que la joven ya alcanzaba la mayoría de edad con un espectáculo de striptise, alcohol y esta curiosa tarta:
Te dejamos también la letra de la canción, en la que no faltan referencias al famoso 'Molly' de Miley como esta: "Now everybody trippin' like they're poppin' molly, up in the club is where you find me!".
Will.i.am:
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what 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
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't give a bread
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself
'Cause I'mma get it all
And I'mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself
Look up in the mirror
And the mirror look at me
The mirror be like baby you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
God dammit you the sh*t
You the sh*t, you the sh*t
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 getting' 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 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
Will.i.am:
And I don't give a fuck that's my whole mo
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 cus 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 world some Miley Cyrus
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'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what 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
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't give a bread
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself
'Cause I'mma get it all
And I'mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself
Wiz Khalifa:
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 oldschools and puttin' foriegns on the road
Real talk and if my fuel get low
I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow
Will.i.am:
I'll be everywhere, everybody know me
Super, super fresh, what 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
Jewel heel, got somebody slipping in my bed
She give me IQ, that mean she get a head
I just give the beats, so don't give a bread
'Cause we be in the club
Bottles on deck
And god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself
'Cause I'mma get it all
And I'mma throw it up
Like god dammit, god dammit
I'm feeling myself
