Lyrics:
style's the oldest
I give em what they need, I plant that seed
And watch it grow like a lotus
See, it told y'all this in the scripture
Right after I slipped
Cause we back on top, ain't nobody this high
Just them niggas is mad whether they say it or not (haha)
I thought I told ya that we don't top
Tell all
told ya
A raid afraid of what I made and played it, plus a funky fit
So save your flips and tricks for that music and the monkey bit
Triggers from
shit to do with shampoo, but watch your head n shoulder
Brother older bold enough to fold ya, yo I told ya
A raid afraid of what I made and played it,
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
been the best that
I had let the truth be told I'm the best you will have baby
You can get the yves saint laurent
Cause it match with your style you can
my mom I put it down
Tell my dad I put it down
Im the master of the ceremonies niggas gather round
I told my mom that Im the one
I told my niggas Im
I said hold up, back back
Told that girl get off me
I swear that I'm ballin'
All this money fallin'
Told my mom don't worry
All this money on me
act like I never told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya, uh
Don't act like I (never) told ya
Don't act like I (never) told ya
Don't act like I (never)
repeating myself, I done told you
Had to be real with myself
Like I'm suppose to
If it's problems then I'm gonna post 'em
Want my style? I can style you
to grow, to show
The elevation of a people built is so
Jesse Jackson, Miss America a black one
No more livin for just a small fraction
I was once told by
priceless
I told 'em long ago ya boy's the nicest
A couple of years later I had to let 'em know I'm set to blow like ISIS!
You wonder why I ain't giving free
I'm known by college grads and then by anyone who all knighted
Why you so excited? You scarin chicks and grabbin em
Talkin bout cabbin off
they told ya
Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites
You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're
darlin')
I love your style little girl
(Wild about ya baby)
Crazy 'bout ya baby)
(Wild about ya baby
'Cause downtown you here tonight)
Full of joie de vivre (whee)
He told his buddy pals
Whenever they're in town (snap)
Swing by, testify, time to get on down
C'mon now
(Feel the heat)
grab her, by the
Head, skull fuck
She call me up at I’m 2 am
I be like, ya, okay
She want the money in the bank
I be like, ya, okay
She want her back
yo ass for years
Ain't figured it out
All ya lyrics used for evidence
you know they style
I told em leave it alone
I told em leave it alone
I told em
and shakin', I know you feelin' me
So get up out ya seats, come on and nod ya head with me
When we get down with the black suits, baby
Just lettin' loose up in
bankroll take big bankroll
Big bankroll take little bankroll
Niggas outside I don't know what they told ya'
Niggas outside, better watch ya' partner
Better
watching me now
I'm riding by
I got it on cruise
I'm my on style
I got my own style
Lately I been chilling at home
I been in the stu writing songs
Said that
money blue, ya, you know we can't lose, ya
I don't need you by my side, I don't need you as my sidekick
This sh*t is part of my life, I don't need you
Ladies is supposed to get, get it
Below the clit I liked it
I rolls to wicked ya dig it
By designa I'm the kind ta
Climb behind her
Fine dime to slime her
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