Lyrics:
zones, I'm a bust rounds on see I'm a Jones
And I put it down like Cedric fame by Louisiana up in the dome
See I'm blown but usually I'm foolie when
shoulder - keep your head up high
Just walk on by
I've heard bad things about the city and i'm told that they're true
Better watch out for those guys out
flocking 'round my way
Got my back against the wall, uh
I'm ready to spray
Standing by the lightpost, breakfast
Got my hand on my hand on my right toes
Cause
rich yet
Gotta make sure that I make it stretch
Take some to flex, make money have sex
Make money have babies and breed up
Style and pattern make gyal
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
Mmm
Mmm
Mmm
Pour out double cup
Money down double up
Switch styles fuck it up
Think you a boss you ain't done enough (woo)
You ain't done enough
Put
show me gembu style she's one in a million your love no be silicon when I come we go chill on
Fine boy he go take you up
All the things wey you do for
am not a mongoloid
i am not annoyed by the void in your brain
this is not a trick son you are not a victim
you are just a man be -boyed out the game
am not a mongoloid
i am not annoyed by the void in your brain
this is not a trick son you are not a victim
you are just a man be -boyed out the game
on some petty things but a never go give up on hope
Me nyaa y3 anka sika mu kraa na y3 wo me frie Sika ne me style y3 dope
Jon boy with the bIg plans but
style's rowdy and wild
Swig it up, hit it up ooow!
Hey, you people over there,
let me see you throw your hands upin the air.
It's a funky groove made
Chew this grit, its tough as shit
I mean petrified logs
These styles been selected by God
Round the same time mic's were being tested by Augz
Another 5
Yeah, this goes out too, (yeah)
This goes out too everybody bout to spark one up right now
Bout too light that shit up
Light that shit (tony montana,
C-A-N-N-O-N l-o-o-s-e, c-a-n-n-o-n
L-o-o-s-e, c-a-n-n-o-n trance, style
Versatile and I'm off the rounds
I'm smacking up
I can see your face you're doing
I'm
baby making
Gotta chop that freak sitting next to me
Bitch look like some nialating
Hey sunday morning 'round eleven roll by interupting in
it up but I’m a stubborn MF
I let it
Le le
Let it breath
Then I
Ugh
Pardon me
Ugh
Pardon my steez
Bulls on parade spilling blood on the streets
a run dread
Epidemic and a virus ha spread round
Can't afford to louse my head
So i got to use my head
So mi haile king Selassie an go natty up mi head
Mi
bitch , some bitches deserve it ,
This shit a sermon,
Turn it up
Curtain up
Brought the weed and the fire To
Burn it up, it would seem,
By design
That
them cups raising up
Snizzow flizzake is off in my dollar
Gotta nose it up
I dial drink by the liters, I'm a drinker ho
Ya swore you doin' it like
Me?
'round for you
For you
Told him play with your bitch, don't play with me
'Cause I keep a up inside my jeans
And I keep me a vest, ain't no cheffing me
the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past and the time to come
Reminisce on Bed-Stuy when I was spry and young
I used to try
to the fake nigga Flash-in
Slow-up Oc before you get dropped
And closed like a caption
Fractional kids don't know the time for action
Styles got the rhythm
Rollin round with you by my side
Rollin up my kush, getting high
I want you to sit in my ride
Windows down, the time of your life
Rollin round with
ambush like a dirty douche in ya tush
when I push push up in ya bush
Superstar status, break off beats the baddest
Style's the baddest, bring extra clips
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