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DJ Scheme - How You Feel? (Freestyle) Lyrics



DJ Scheme - How You Feel? (Freestyle) Lyrics
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Yuh
Yeah, lil' bitch (ha)
I'ma go back to buy almonds
Rappin' 'bout tickles and pickles, haha
(Y'all rockin' with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch) yuh
(Oh my God, Ronny) ayy

Yuh, first made her giggle no tickle, uh
Then made her tickle my pickle, uh
Metal on me like a nickel, uh
Ice on me just like a 'cicle, uh
Might buy your bike and if I bought a bike
Then I'm puttin' ice on a bicycle, uh
These niggas bite, oh yes, these niggas bite
Like Mike Tyson, I react with giggles, uh
Danny, how you feel?

I feel great, uh
Hit 'em with a sawed-off, make a bitch nod off
Nigga, this not your day, uh
Niggas get bought out, choppa go gra-tow
Took a bitch out like a date, uh
He ain't ever caught no case
Try to cross me, get put on skates

On my plate, A1 steaks
Scope on AR, a-okay
Jets in my car, UFO
Said I'm gettin' cheese kinda like a Dorito
Long live Jahseh, all I know
Oh, also I be flyer than your neighborhood crow

Shh, shh, shh
Brrt, gra-tow
Yeah I run off with your shit, nigga, what now?
I'm on the block from sun to the sun down
You was under you wasn't nowhere to be found
I'm servin' them pelicans
I'm in the trap, I do it so elegant
K on my back, Revenge on my leatherman
Hit with some shots
I ain't feel, 'cause adrenalin
Lil' Boat how you feel?

Just like a million dollars, Danny (yeah)
I'm in the Phantom, my bitch got no panties
She can't feel her face, she did two or three Xannies
Her bestie off X, she popped 'em just like candies
My game like the Huskies, my G Wagon dusty
My first Cuban link platinum, it don't get rusty
Bro run with the gang, 'cause he solid, huh? Must be
I ran up the burner, he threw me the musty
I took a big whiff, had my face lookin' ugly
These lil' bitches dogs, not related Dougie
Her BD a loser, he drivin' a buggy
I'm tired, he lucky, he mad she gon' f*ck me
I'm sorry, these bitches are always tryna f*ck me
I'm cool, test me dawg, you a fool
Young prodigy, bitches see me, they drool (damn)
Nigga f*ck wit' the money, we whoop out the tool (bitch)
Whippin' my dick on the stool
If she startin', she out it
Got five different rings, cost more than an Audi
My niggas need alibis, they always rowdy
"Boat why you keep all them Blood niggas 'round you?" (brrt)
'Cause I can't trust a soul, these niggas might down me (slatt)
Even though niggas be softer than Downy
Never know when your name got a bounty

Scheme, Ski, Danny
Hello
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Yuh
Yeah, lil' bitch (ha)
I'ma go back to buy almonds
Rappin' 'bout tickles and pickles, haha
(Y'all rockin' with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch) yuh
(Oh my God, Ronny) ayy

Yuh, first made her giggle no tickle, uh
Then made her tickle my pickle, uh
Metal on me like a nickel, uh
Ice on me just like a 'cicle, uh
Might buy your bike and if I bought a bike
Then I'm puttin' ice on a bicycle, uh
These niggas bite, oh yes, these niggas bite
Like Mike Tyson, I react with giggles, uh
Danny, how you feel?

I feel great, uh
Hit 'em with a sawed-off, make a bitch nod off
Nigga, this not your day, uh
Niggas get bought out, choppa go gra-tow
Took a bitch out like a date, uh
He ain't ever caught no case
Try to cross me, get put on skates

On my plate, A1 steaks
Scope on AR, a-okay
Jets in my car, UFO
Said I'm gettin' cheese kinda like a Dorito
Long live Jahseh, all I know
Oh, also I be flyer than your neighborhood crow

Shh, shh, shh
Brrt, gra-tow
Yeah I run off with your shit, nigga, what now?
I'm on the block from sun to the sun down
You was under you wasn't nowhere to be found
I'm servin' them pelicans
I'm in the trap, I do it so elegant
K on my back, Revenge on my leatherman
Hit with some shots
I ain't feel, 'cause adrenalin
Lil' Boat how you feel?

Just like a million dollars, Danny (yeah)
I'm in the Phantom, my bitch got no panties
She can't feel her face, she did two or three Xannies
Her bestie off X, she popped 'em just like candies
My game like the Huskies, my G Wagon dusty
My first Cuban link platinum, it don't get rusty
Bro run with the gang, 'cause he solid, huh? Must be
I ran up the burner, he threw me the musty
I took a big whiff, had my face lookin' ugly
These lil' bitches dogs, not related Dougie
Her BD a loser, he drivin' a buggy
I'm tired, he lucky, he mad she gon' f*ck me
I'm sorry, these bitches are always tryna f*ck me
I'm cool, test me dawg, you a fool
Young prodigy, bitches see me, they drool (damn)
Nigga f*ck wit' the money, we whoop out the tool (bitch)
Whippin' my dick on the stool
If she startin', she out it
Got five different rings, cost more than an Audi
My niggas need alibis, they always rowdy
"Boat why you keep all them Blood niggas 'round you?" (brrt)
'Cause I can't trust a soul, these niggas might down me (slatt)
Even though niggas be softer than Downy
Never know when your name got a bounty

Scheme, Ski, Danny
Hello
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Writer: Gabriel Guerra, Mario Torres, Miles Mccollum, Ronald Spence Jr., Stokeley Goulbourne
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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