Lyrics:
I'm tryna say I dug her style
For her love I would walk for miles
But she ain't know that
But she ain't know that
But she ain't know that
But she ain't
D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret
you want to do
I gotta style and ill prove it
And If you want to test up you'll lose it
Like you never been hit before muthafucka I came to bruise
you everything that you said? (No doubt)
Mean no harm I admire ya style
Just take a second baby here me out
I know ya game you tryin' to make me
niggas off something gravy
Especially when I get to doin' it by the way, hey
So that nigga told me, that's square
But why ya want to get in on that
of child
Switch up the style for the crowd
King by 8 but I'm 19 now
Kitsch when try make the rap profound
Rich in the mind but the mind of child
Switch up
lay between ya and ram square into it (chaa)
Cause, when it come to women, ya man Aarons good
I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood
just wanna know
Can I fuck you on the floor
Wit ya hands down by ya toes
While my hand around ya throat
Baby I just gotta know
You gone let me drive
there?
Shaolin Soldiers, huh, wait a minute, no one told ya
That I'm the nigga, that they call Stompy
Who got the looks of a killa dead zombie
I take
to do
I gotta style and ill prove it
And If you want to test up you'll lose it
Like you never been hit before mutha fucka I came to bruise it
I neva act
pumpin', you make us so proud
We've been wantin' something this good for a while
But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced,
the L.A.C
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you
But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0
And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again
Ridin,
closed, lips sealed, and prepare for the kiss
And I told y'all we won't miss, what?
Did she get it on? (Um hm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hm)
Where
of
Killing in the name of
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
Now you do what they told ya
And now you do
disconnect from all the hype
You a strange-uh I can't shake ya all that dick riding ion like
All that fake love ain't right
That ain't my style
That ain't my
ain't a style to bite
I'mma prowl through the night,
Like a clown with a knife,
Like a owl with the sight,
I'mma scowl when she bite,
When you told me
pirates on one ship
Breaking through borders to flip over rap shit.
Word of a Chechen as a forged dagger blade.
Always backed by deed and not violated.
blow
- all ya niggas backdown
Thats why real killers love my rap style
Cause i wont never letem live again
When u get caught u goto the
Same jail that
to conversate
But you're not sayin' a damn thang
I think I like ya style ya frame
Don't be afraid I'm not vain
I feel ya eyes from across the room
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season
Told you motherfuckas once,
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season
Told you motherfuckas
shoppin' my demo, I was tryna shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme
Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my
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In collaboration with America's, pardon me, #1 independent rap label, Dipset
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