Lyrics:
Motherfuckin' ladies and gentleman
My style's rugged like Timberland
When I clock lyric then women give me more love than Wimbledon
My style
a crackheads hair weave|And i, bet ya my dolly, while ya never find another style like this|If ya search a million miles|So whyn cha let puba ingnite your
ain't tryna be no toxic just conflicted by the pain
Trapped in my brain had to break thru
Put some chains on this beast cause I already broke loose
Ya see
Eminems
Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in?
Fuck wit this is ya loss Gilligan
Sounds similar I'm not feelin 'em
Get the balls like Venus in Wimbelon
thousand without a radio chart hit
Imposterous son is taking the world hostage
Classic hip-hop bombage dirty with style progress
Now I've come from
up
I saw what? Like ten of ya battles
You lost eight and the other
Two was a toss up
Do the math, if you try to throw
The punch you threw at Math, aw
just know that you better not lie to me
And we can sip Hennessy, we can chill by the beach, bring ya friends cause you know I like company
Girl I know
And I told ya'll we won't miss, what?
Did she get it on? (Um hmm)
Are ya hands up? (Um hmm)
Where all the playa haters at? (Um hmm)
Now point 'em
ya role..,
Stay true & stick to yo code.., It is what it is when you know whatchu know but I already told em before,
I speak that real that go
Ye ya ha
Ye ya ha ha
Ye ya ha ha
Ha ha ha
Ye ya ha
Ye ya ha ha
Ye ya ha ha
Ha ha ha
My dear, She told me that all she Want is good loving
Say she
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
the town but that was a trial
Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now
I got to kick it breakin new ground wantin my people to gather
to meet ya boy
ya know i'm really diggin yo style
ya know i wanna chill with a balla so
Lets get down!
[BABY:]
Ay! I see what cha doin' lil bow wow
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
style shot ya knot like a stun gun
I'm hectic, I wreck it with the quickness
Set it on the microphone, and competition get blown
By this nasty-ass
fuckin around.
And I'm aiming for yo waist, hopin you duck
So I can bust you in the head when I'm buckin tha pound.
And I told you that I'm holiday Styles
of a king
All about how you reign
Clouded by your tears
Let em spill
All the same
Snapped the -bow
Too much bloodshed in this World of grey
Truth be told
I
Ya know we peepin' y'all
Slow-motion-style
Pacific Ocean-style (Wh-what?)
[Verse one]
I'm in a rowdy-ass club
There's hella-bitches all around me
'm Obama's nation OH GOD!
And you know I rap for days!
Twice as good as favorite rapper
Half the age
While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll
Niggas is half amazed
I
Ah bare style dem
Style dem
Style dem style
Bare style dem style
Dem style, Style dem
Style dem, style
Bare sussy, bare talk
You know how much bad
All right!
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 world
ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through,
ya, shank ya whole style when I gank
Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint
Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through,
Like oh wow, lookin' for a style cause I get it now
Like oh wow, you been tryna' put me down but I get it now
Like oh wow, you tryna' put up a smile
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