Forget the 2015 NBA Playoffs buzzer-beaters, Chicago Bulls' Derrick Rose is back because of Beyonce. The multi-Grammy Award-winning singer can be seen rocking a Derrick Rose jersey bikini in the music video for "Feeling Myself," a Nikki Minaj single that she's featured in. 
                              
                              Beyonce and Nicki Minaj's music video "Feeling Myself" debuted exclusively on Tidal - Jay Z's on-demand digital music streaming service - and shows Beyonce laying in a pool with the said female rapper wearing a Derrick Rose swimsuit jersey.
                              
                              This is the second time that the iconic superstar artist has been seen in an NBA gear. A few days ago, this photo of the Houston native sporting a James Harden jersey showed up on social media
                              
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                              SONG OF THE DAY-Feeling Myself
                              Yo B, they ready
                               Let's go
                              
                              I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
                              
                              I'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it
                               And a good girl in my tax bracket
                               Got a black card that let Saks have it
                               These Chanel bags is a bad habit
                               I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black magnet
                               Bitch, never left but I'm back at it
                               And I'm feelin' myself, jack rabbit
                               Feelin' myself, back off, cause I'm feelin' myself, jack off
                               Heard he thinks about me when he whacks off
                               Whacks on? Wax off
                               National anthem hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
                               Lemme get a number 2, with some Mac sauce
                               On The Run Tour, with my mask off
                              
                              I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
                              
                              Changed the game with that digital drop
                               Know where you was when that digital popped
                               I stopped the world
                               Male or female, it make no difference
                               I stop the world, world stop
                               Carry on
                              
                              Kitty on pink, pretty on fleek
                               Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek
                               Ridin' through Texas, fearin' for his breakfast
                               Everytime I whip it, I be talkin' so reckless
                               He said "Damn Nicki it's tight," I say "Yeah nigga you right"
                               He say "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin' that pipe"
                               I say "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
                               I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me, all this learnin' here is by you"
                              
                              I'm whippin' that work, he diggin' that work
                               I got it, tiny sips of that 36 of that real
                               Hank full of that bounce baby
                               Come get you some of that bounce baby
                              
                              I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my, feelin' myself
                               I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my
                              
                              Cookin' up the base, lookin' like a kilo
                               He just wanna taste, buildin' up my ego
                               Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego
                               Ridin' through Texas, smokin' all off
                               Talkin' bout that high-grade, baby hold up
                               I can heal your migraine
                              
                              Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow
                               I have both and an empire also
                               He gettin' gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
                               Today I'm icy, but I'm prayin' for some more snow
                               Let that ho ho, let that ho know, he in love with that coco
                               Why these bitches don't never be learnin'
                               You bitches will never get what I be earnin'
                               I'm still gettin' plaques, from my records that's urban
                               Ain't gotta rely on top 40
                               I am a rap legend, just go ask the kings of rap
                               Who is the queen and things of that
                               Nature, look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a lazer
                               Trippin' on that work, trippin' off that purp
                               Flippin' up my skirt and I be whippin' all that work
                               Takin' trips with all them ki's, car keys got b's
                               Stingin' with the Queen B and we be whippin' all that D
                               Cause we dope girls we flawless, we the poster girls for all this
                               We run around with them ballers, only real niggas on my call list
                               I'm the big kahuna, go let them whores know
                               Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow
                              
                              You like it don't you? Snitches!
                               Young money
                              
                              
                              Song info-"Feeling Myself" is track #5 on the album The Pinkprint. It was written by Chauncey Hollis, Solona Rowe, Beyonce Knowles, Onika Maraj.	
                              
                              credit(metrolyrics-centriotimes)
                                      
                                          
                                   
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