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Dj Scheme – How You Feel Freestyle Lyrics

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Yo
Yo, lil bitch
Ima go back to Baharmitz, rappin about tickles and pickles
Yall rocking with DJ Scheme, lil bitch
Yuh
Oh my God, Ronny

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 Im putting ice on a bicycle
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 date, uh
Niggas get bought out, choppa go gra-tow
Took bitch out like a date
He aint 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 Im gettin cheese kinda like a dorito
Long live Jahseh, all I know
Oh, also I be flyer than your neighborhood crow

Shh, shh, shh
Brrr, gra-tow
Yeah I run off with your shit, nigga, what now
Im on the block from sun to the sun down
When you was under you were nowhere to be found
Im servin them pelicans, Im in the trap, I do it so elegant
K on my back, revenge on my leatherman
Hit with some shots, I aint feel, cause the drenalin
Lil Boat how you feel?

Just like a million dollars, Danny
Im in the Phantom, my bitch got no panties
She cant feel her face, she did two or three xanies
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 dont get rusty
Brought one with the gang, since he saw that, huh, must be

I ran in the burner, he threw me the musty
I took a bitch workout, my face lookin ugly
The lil bitches thought that Im related to Dougie
Her BD a loser, he drivin a buggy
Im tired, he lucky, he mad she gon fuck me
Im sorry, these bitches are always tryna fuck me
Im cool, test me dawg, you a fool
Young prodigy, bitches see me, they drool

Nigga fuck wit the money, we whoop out the tool
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?
Cause I cant trust a soul, these niggas might down me
Even know niggas be softer than downy
Never know when your name got a bounty

Scheme, Ski, Danny
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