Lyrics:
is for my bitches
Wit the style and grace
Who ain't hearin' nuttin' talkin' but the Benjamin face
I'm doing this one for my niggas
Who be keepin' it
Them one come mash up the island
In a foreign style
Come mash up, mash up
Mash up the island in a foreign style
Them one come mashup the island in
titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon
And tell Wyclef, don't even turn his fuckin mic on
Sold ya nigga, thought I told ya nigga
Crossover, slam dunk, game
the peel
And I'll slam dunk ya like Shaquille O'Neal
Like it, work it, baby I'll rock that test
Tube baby, kick it, 'cause I get
Wicked, I told them
girls
Style so sick
Might make ya hurl
Well rounded like a pearl
Taking big risks
Cause I ain't scared
Open eyes
I'm so aware
Built for this shit
I'm so
the others seem to stare cause they never compare & be confused by our glare
What if i told you i can console you
What if i told you i can break ya mold boo
the others seem to stare cause they never compare & be confused by our glare
What if i told you i can console you
What if i told you i can break ya mold boo
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you
Killuminati style
Yea, we gonna do this for a while
I got a lot of shit you know how we do it
Killuminati let's do this nigga
What I bring to you is hardcore
homeless in the streets,
I remember when a nigga
Was to hungry to go to sleep,
Got off my ass, started busting,
Told the top I'm coming get ya,
It's been
(talking, Gotti I always hear you talking
About this Studio B shit
What the fuck is all that shit)
Well let me tell ya you know I'm saying
You know
these niggas wonder
Told y'all bitches I'd be straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches/right back for the summer
I Told y'all bitches/right back for
you at? I miss ya
Canibitch, oh, Canibitch
Wherefore art thou, Canibitch?
Please tell me what happened with
That style that you were rappin' with
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Together Oh yeah. It's time to pass out the stripes
Hah Bra
I told you there wasn't no limit
I told ya like I told him
Like I mean what
with the bad things about you
You say I move too wild…..well I told you I gotta a new style….I know you miss who i was it’s been a while….you know
Bitches tryna cop my style, Wow
(My style)
The haters tryna take me soul, Wow
(My soul?)
They tryna keep me down to the ground, Wow
(Wow)
I'm known to keep
forever I stay
Don't say that I never told ya (Told ya) (Told ya) (Told ya)
Cause I never fold up (Fold up) (Fold up) (Fold up)
Don't say don't say that I
And I seen right through ya body (cold heart)
Ride it 'til you catch a child (child, child)
How the hell a snake drive spineless?
Pockets filled up
catching wild ass vibes
Bless my whole style on a first class high
Got me out west, got me out west
Breaking down the p, rolling by the ounce
I got beauty,
y'all bitches I'd be
Straight by the summer
Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches right Back 4 Da Summer
I Told y'all bitches
got the style that gets you open like a bag of smoke
I have your friends "Ah-hah man, that shit ain't dope"
Leave me alone when I'm rocking
doggie style to this instrumental
Hands up, all up inside ya, hell I can stand ya
Eyes open I don't plan to bust, just hold on
Baby let me zone in,
with the style that's goin' on
Then you need to be sittin' down
You must got no brains in ya head
I kill ya dead on the spot with the hits I got
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