Lyrics:
Got the style and the class and your foot on the gas
Of the '57 Chevy that I saw your granddaddy
On a Sunday morning in a black and white picture
Wouh-wouh
Wouh-wouh
Skrrt, Money Kartell
Azzlack, Azzlack, Azzlack
Deine Kahba sagt: „Money Kartell“
Drive-by, City-Gangs, steig in den Benz
Check it, yo
I don't write much unless I'm depressed in a desk job
Or getting stressed by some next broad
And while currently I don't work
Just
it real
But they make it so hard for me to take this deal
You gotta change your style, just to scrape my bills
I think this game is foul but let's
Yeah
Depuis l'temps, j'ai donné le style
J'ai ramené ni coupe ni médaille
Évidemment qu'j'suis venu pour la maille
Évidemment qu'je n'ai plus le
spomaľuje sa
Teória relatívne formuje sa, yeah
Pálim po hviezdach pau, pau, pau
Wild style ako Nardwuar
Jazdím po mesiaci pán Star Wars
Necítim tiaž ja
Babe
Champs-Élysées ein romantisches Date
Kein Kopf wegen Es (mh)
Kein Holiday-Check24.de (ey)
Nein, nein
Wir überfallen den Planten per Fly-by
selfish
less selfless, less harsh
Yeah, I would
Yeah, I would
And I'd go out once in a while
flash my curves, show 'em style
And I'd turn this old
can't help it start, start by just agreeing with the
People at large, how they're so unappealing, oh
They're just not that smart, and sometimes it's
all barbarian
Each and every man
We are saved by our culture
The one we understand
I have seen some behavior
That was not from learning only
Some
What I Live & I Live What I Rap
So I Get Why The MOBOs Bumped Man
Cos They Don’t Want Thugs In Here Award In The Air Getting Held By A Gun Man
& These
Friends and strangers and girls from Galway
Fiddlers in the Irish style
Meet, play darts and dance to ceilidh
Come and join us for a while
copped,
vapor you bought,
identity loss,
shootin your shot,
missin the pot,
pop off witcha soul you just fought,
style that I got, come from the pot,
it
Styles P verse 1
Benjamin
Ghost
Yeah
How many times should I pray a day
Cause I don't even sleep
I just stay awake
Hard being the players that
selfish
less selfless, less harsh
Yeah, I would
Yeah, I would
And I'd go out once in a while
flash my curves, show 'em style
And I'd turn this old
都市の合間
実感がバーチャル
灯りは蛍のパロディみたいだ
咲く宛てが無いな
泣いた flower
嘲りながらビル風が薙いだ
アレが流行ってソレが廃れた
でもソレがあってコレが生まれた
文明は情報の下で無関心を滅ぼした
"競争" と "協調" 成り立つ両方の style
shit like capiche
I was acting like Tony, walking by where they eat
You can bring me the lobster
But baby please keep the crabs, don't need you
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to listen for a while
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger
Hey, hey can't you see?
I'm a rockin' southern girl runnin' wild and free
Hey, ya'll walkin' through the door
High-class style country to the core
We are brave!
We might bend or even break
The journey's long, but we will celebrate
When we get through the valley
We're not defined by
Quindi cazzo me ne frega
Quindi cosa cazzo me ne frega
Io non esco mai di scena
Scemo io non esco mai scena!
Sai come lo faccio? "M-style"
Segnatelo
ain't feeling your style, when she lovin' my vibe
So please don't kill my vibe
Hat down low, can't see my eyes
All black tint on that Maserati, can't
cool brother?
One of a kind style who don’t sound like another
Don’t hate me for being a life lover
I came from the bottom and look how I got ‘em
All
whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to listen for
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