Lyrics:
my style
Click the click wit' the clan, lames I don't understand
If ya feel that ya real, fuck a song, grab ya steel
These snitchin' niggas claim we
Tulenkey Cisto and Shaker to complete this...
Got it bumping in ya speakers no ordinary features
I pull up all clean in dirty sneakers
I got your favourite
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
All right, stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
All right, stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I
talkin' now the feds say I'm insane
A psych said I'm gonna fumble
Down along the planner
And then his son told me
"Put down the drink dawg"
I got the rinse
the funky style
Put it together like a puzzle, will ya?
If Threat don't get ya, Pac gon' kill ya
Don't sell out, get the hell out
'Cause here I come,
wit' the nasty mouth," and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya, oh, boy, yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin' pounds more
I take
've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
test the rasta
you come you come you test the rasta
you test Bennie and I told ya motherfucker boom
now ya fucking dead
[Bennie Franks]
I drop bombs
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
've been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
Ayo
When the chips was down
Nun of you fake nigs was round
Where's the loyalty?
I held you when ya shit was down
Must be sick in the head
Tryna come
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
Your lips
That voice
Those hips
You got me like yeah baby
Your smile
Your style
You got me goin' wild you got me like yeah baby
I'm just trapped by your
A'ight, stop whatcha doin'
'Cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to.
I look funny,
But yo, I'm makin' money, see
So yo
announced (*Puff : The winner is...*)
So there ya go girl with thousands in ya palms
Why you can't let by gones be by gones
[112]
Where do we go
What must I
now it's clear
Rhymes flow to the break of dawn
Exploring MC's I get silly on, like Ponce De Leon
Yet, don't forget, my style is a banger
MC's I
the Snoozing
Cruising to music
My sound will have ya Oozing
Shawty love the style cause I'm Savvy And Amusing
Love me through the wins
Love me more when I
I thought I told ya, we gon' keep it strictly soulja
I thought I told ya, we gon' keep it strictly soulja
I thought I told ya, we gon' keep it
[Chorus: *Scratching*]
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck You" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck" 3x
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In The Ass " Fuck
dot to dot
In steady formations
Swift and deadly, 'cause this be deathly
I'm a soldier, it's too late now
I tried to told ya get it on!
Let's get ready
Ohh, there you go, still I think I love ya
But it's a matter of time
I have told ya, and told ya how bad I wish to hold you
My feelings have
live by the code she loving my tactics
Loving my tactics, she loving my tactics
I told her my biz now she wanna get active
I told her to chill cause
My name is j followed in by the flow
It's Tok style baby don't act like you know
Three day bender that's how I roll
Consuming that liquor gimme gimme
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