Feelin' Myself Lyrics

[Hell Rell:]
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

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Hell Rell

[Verse 1: 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 f*cking 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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse 2: Freekey Zekey]
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

[Chorus:]
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

[Verse: 3 Hell Rell]
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

[Chorus:]
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

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