Lyrics:
KISS AND HUG ME, YOU LIKE MY STYLE, I LIKE YOURS TO. MAYBE LATER YOU CAN COME OVER BABY LET ME PUT THIS LOVING ON YOU.
VERSE 2 - ROUND TWO I DONE BUILT
this one for my thugs
Hey yo, niggas want to drive by the hood and dump
Come on stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor,
Can I catch you off the rebound
Drop top hair blowin' in the seat now, no I like it Greese style, hit it with my feet down
Fly up then I catch you
de mile Jerry don't need no associate
Me chat by meself me no combinate
Me study very hard because me want graduate
Up de MC ladder I man
I got out, it was just for bringin niggas drama
So set up the beef, I bust it down
And guarantee the opposition never see the 2nd round
And by
day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black.
One day I devised
& i'm acting up like I been tryna' mime
(Yeah, yeah)
And girl
I know it’s been a while
I broke your heart in piles
And that just ain’t my style
I wanna
Uh oh here I come, here I go,uh oh, jump round jump!
Watcha wanna do?!
Watcha gonna do?!
Let me know girl, jump, jump!
You get tackled by
of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips, style
You shockin' it, you a rock it, you a kill it
make a wave
These niggas faking the funk, they fucked up in the game
I never been lame, niggas been biting my style crazy
Underrated but just know that
Just ride to the vision
Change up the style on these niggas
No dap or no smile for these niggas
Fuck how they feeling
Goddamn made it out the fucking stu
partner said he wanted 4 circles
I call it an Audi
Or a cutie pie, this the soundtrack
To Kooley High
I grew up round some niggas that was
Quick to let that
you livid (Uh mad)
I change my style cause you feigning
Houdini, be gone
Shifted on earth and from demons
Bulova
Two tone
I had to get it, (Uh) I cut up
smiles on me
I snort a line of pre-workout then pass up on the tree
Your mother loves my style, thinks I am the bees knees
And while I can outrun your ass,
The style, 'bless
Owwww
Fresh
Best-dressesed
It's ridiculous
I'm styling
On my Denis Rodman
FRH up next, we the livest
Prada'ed up
Cold as fuck
Look me up
the mischievous style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a whiff kid
Swingin' down low, breakin' down flows
With a new flow medley outgrow when you step back
with this super music of ours
So put yous hands up and stand up, it's time to get down
'Cause Gorillaz and Phi Life, we be breakin' you 'round
From
straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, fuck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A.
The whole clique, dick sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone,
by my wristwatch (brr)
I make trap music, it's too hood to be hip-hop (skrrt)
This for the dope boys cookin' dope up in they flip-flops (skrrt,
minute wanna diss my clique
Ya'll niggas gotta raise up the ? ?
Runnin' round town lyin' bout you seen us
Is a trip, it don't stop and I wish it would
your boy Alcyon
It's been a long time since we mash up a track together see
What you say we run old school style again?
For family and friends til
[Beanie Sigel]
Ughh, ughh, yeah
This is Beanie Sigel
That Philly cat playin' wit that silly rap
Put your weight up, not your hate up, niggas
Called up my brudda said
Hop the plane
Driving them whips
Yeah
Round Kuwait
Penthouse views might
Drive you insane
Hitting the strip every
Night
horribly bout my state
One of few came to prove y'all wrong but the TC line up is really strong
A variety of different styles but all it takes is one
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