The Diplomats (Dipset)
The Diplomats (Dipset) - Feelin' Myself songtekst
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Wazz good ma, wanna roll with a G baby I mean look around there's nothing but 2 dollar nigga livin' in a 5 dollar world I know you ain't trying to make change, is you? You digging, you digging, you digging, me right You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right, right Dipset Hell Rell See I never met a gangster who don't take no shit And I never met a pimp who never ate no shrimp And I never met a bitch who said Rell not a baller Well maybe a few but them bitches know I'm balling But today I'm just feeling myself I'm in a coupe smash, usually ride with me, but today I'm just wheeling myself Gangster macking, riding down 7th, I see this bad bitch, ass bangin' out them sevens So I pull up on her, like, ma how you doing, my name is Hell Rell and I make gangster music She said stop stunting, I already know your name I sees you on smack, you was fronting in the range I said that's real shit, ma, fronting ain't my thing So get to know me better, stop fucking with them lames So she jumped in the coupe, put her hair in a bun, and put her hand on my leg, and start giving me head And I said You digging, you digging, you digging, me right You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right (I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging, you right) (I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, you right) Well thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Paddy wagon, popping thru, paddy wagon, pop with dudes Gangters pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, them things, he had to freeze dude Chicken paddy in the caddy, with miss Patty, suck it (OHH!) Know me rude, pourin' thru, let the homies hit it too Hit a few, bars freaks, spend a few bars Chain swing, wrist bling, bitches feel me in me car Dick grillin' kinda hard, started shouting, like he hard, first punch broke his jaw (OHH!) Slid off with his broad, yea, this is how we do it baby Dips run the music baby, nothing gonna move us baby 730, yea we crazy, money bagging millions baby, teach you how to get it baby Yea, freekey feeling hisself, hisself Shit is so different now, different from the who's now, broke his shit now I'm rich New child, smell the shit, smell the whips, smell the piff, comin' mami, smell the dick I'm the shit, smell me bitch, call me Freekey louie now You digging, you digging, you digging, me right You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right (I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging, you right) (I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, you right) Well thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself I'm a ruger toter, plus a model dater That nigga scam money your way, I startle paper Where are you hater, I spot you, red dot you, see you now, depart you later Excuse me man, I'm feeling myself, play the hand you was delt, nigga, I'm dealing myself I'm so gangster, send a chill thru myself I look in the mirror and be real to myself Listen I ain't got to deal for my health I'm nice when it comes to this mic shit, iight bitch Police went outside of my head with nightstick I done been shot, almost stabbed with ice pick, this is my life bitch Listen I gotta reason to feel like hell nigga cause I survived it I'm from a live strip, and if you ain't feeling Hell Rell than homie you can get off my dick You digging, you digging, you digging, me right You feeling, you feeling, you feeling, me right (I'm digging, I'm digging, I'm digging, you right) (I'm feeling, I'm feeling, I'm feeling, you right) Well thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself Thanks a lot ma but I'm feeling myself