Lyrics:
juggs
Still chunkin' up neighborhoods
Grass cut, sure the neighbors good
My partner's mama know I'm really hustlin'
If the spot hot, we invade houses
wonder 's
Funkay
I live Brooklyn like year 24 for sure
Sul c-notes in my tennis skirt(?)
And the kick hurts so good that I gotta sorta accents for this
Growing up an only child still had make sure that my brothers eat
And I always kept them above never was under me
No I ain't been here for a while
heavens gates are open
Whenever my time is I dont know when
Till then I just pray they notice
Confused by this world we live in
Dont know if or when Ill
on and on and on
On and on and on
This is the year that I come in and just devastate
My style is great ask your peoples can I dominate?
My rhymes are harder than last night's erection
Tell you what i mean bout XPENSIVE STYLE?
Mi Nuh bragg or boast when i say my style is expensive
Naah
My style is black so it's Xpensive
(Yeaaah)
My
the models and hot tubs
Love the German engineering set on deep dish dubs
Another tour around the world
Entertaining the fans
I love walking through
yeah)
Hot topic (yeah)
Tight pussy gyal dem ah tic-toc it (tic-toc it)
Thick body gyal ah rub down, clap it
Dem ah wonder if is ah dealer dis (haha)
now they got they feet up¹²
How?
You wanna copy my steez, bottle my style
But I'm out of your league, got you by a mile
You probably think I might be
better yet i got now
Everybody got faith and yelling cause my hot style
86 the bullshit they don't want me hostile
I'ma reign supreme until the day i drop
is it time to do myself a favor?
The world's run by the man
cnd the man chose you
I know you got Shamoo. Where'd you put her?
You're gonna learn it
limbs, and mass break
Your poor, bleak carcass is washed upon the shore of the beach, murdered by the waves
It's all about breaking rules, taking no
I trust in the stars
Take me to space, scrape the rust off my bars
I'm free now, free to spit this hot lava ink
Rescued by a robot as I watched my
gyal ah, hot gyal ah tax, real pricey
Move real bougie, action movie
All di man dem have is backshot fi di groupies
Man ah max-out nuh act shot fi no
bastard!
[pmd] get on the mic and rock the symphony
[lady luck]
Mrs. stop drop and roll, rocks top the told
Hot, even though dames is froze
Pop close
come on and come with it
Baby you gotta learn to spit
It's a hot style, radio hostile is we
Gospel emcee who ride a
Thousand miles of beats
Exhale then
two)
Say bye - bye to any hope
Of angels that wear white
By yourself alone you are
And ego is your plight
Ego is your plight
Ego is your plight see
my style
I see yuh Like a minions coz in flyin so high!
Waaaah jatalian is my style
cttila mi name mi seh good bybybybye
Oggi o ieri mettici dove
thing when I flips
I gots ta make sure that it's hot an make tha whole planet rock like
Make that ass hop
Don't stop
Down south biancs make the planet
(If its fire, you already know it's made by Chocco)
You know what it is nigga
Yeah, yeah
Couple of people around me
You know my style is different
'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
Ain’t involved in shit, Milwaukee
The city, very homogenous
I think I find these
People obnoxious, noxious, toxic
Everybody around us, hot shit
Better
Hot bitches pass by, get a beep from the Jeeps
So I pedal like an animal tryna win a race
In a different lane, couldn't compete with the weak
Like
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
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