Lyrics:
Bitch im with lil Yay we shooting shit just like its NBA
lil 5ive be marching band he coming through with drums up on the K
Bitch im always high
I'm about as rare as a steak
Yeah 5ive hold weight
Your hoe all on my line I got her open like gates
Shit I'm the king of this splash
And I ain't
not pretty
Got Bryann wit me, got 5ive
Too, my spirit man, about nine-two
I hit the hood with that bible on me, just
Let me know where I can find you,
out of that box
Free Problem up out of that box
You know that we banging that 5ive (5ive, Homixide)
We took us a jet to Milan, brought my bitch
drown in it
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it ('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round with 'em ('Round wit' 'em)
New style, can you keep wit' it
Drown in it,
drown in it
Lamborghini, we go 'round in it
('Round in it)
Audemars, we go 'round with 'em
('Round wit' 'em)
New style, can you keep wit' it
Drown in it,
blame the you can blame the guap
New style, ridin' round ridin' round in drop tops
Yea we drop the top, then she drop her top
Skid marks in the asphalt
my money up, now I can pop shit
Still hit that purple punch, fuck a style-Cris'
Fuck from round here, bitch I got a wild clique
Thought that you was
too square
Ya too square
Ya too square
Round up
Ya too square
Ya too square
Ya too square
Round up
You can't buy taste & you can't buy style
shooters come round
With the talons and hollow tip rounds
In my hood they know how I be down
(Nigga I say dead, you dead)
You should be dead by now
Smile but
can't be
I can only do me
I can only be how god made me, yeah
Yo
There's only one of me, incredibly uniquely designed
I keep my focus up ahead
jazzywazzys growing up to be a big girl now
Father figure understands a man might like her profile
I let sink in a while and told let 'em like ya style both
Wake up, wake up, wake up
One, two, one, two
We dedicate this one to the hip-hop culture y'all
Brought to you by the world famous Wake Up Show
Like Parliament I never learned to swim but ain't gone drown
I can't go down I'm too high up
People in the world around me on the up and up
And ready
no be my fault
Ko koshi lo
Now they on me cos I'm the one
Guess who's winnin', check the numbers on board
Inspired by the hustle
Never gave up
Was
done poetry
Done it by myself man i been thru no coaching
With fashion and style man im stepping like an OG
(Fashion and style)
Believing this my time
Said she really like my style
Tell her that i like her smile
But now she wanna come round mine
Sorry but i gotta decline
Said she really like my
brothers
Time's ticking, erupt misconduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up
Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might
I'm as ghetto as it gets, girl, you know that's right
I ain't got nothin' to hide, baby, I'll tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up being 'round long
gbadun my style eh
Why they want steal this money
Why they want gbadun my style eh
Every body grinding grinding
Every body grinding eh
You be wey rey
Why
Style off
Dem a dummy dem no enah my class
Style off
With three bad gyal a line off
Fat pussy gyal say she love de ride nah go left by my side
She like
by this man on a mission
After just two rounds it’s clear you’re defeated he read ya like a Book
Cooked ya now your style’s depleted
So be your own
I'm as ghetto as it gets, girl, you know that's right
I ain't got nothin' to hide, baby, I'll tell you my secrets
'Fore you end up being 'round long
Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on Friday?
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind takin'
Saturday-ay-ay, ay-ay-ay
Round up di posse, Fugee comin'
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