Lyrics:
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the ho, dedicated for sure
Dripping
Pleasure, is the treasure that the girl sells all day
Pleasure is the reason that she brings daddy his cash
Dedicated the ho, dedicated for sure
Dripping
I'm the one that's keeping you high
And i
I i i
Intoxicated by that
Smile smile smile
Girl i really love your
Style style style
God I'd Love you for
These niggas style stealing style stealing
I can’t let em get by with it
Don’t text me don’t call me don’t dm don’t ask about me my nigga we ain’t cool
to be by-ist
But you can’t buy
This Style, this floss
This floss, this glow!
But I’m out the door
For the Doe
She Said, “Baby don’t Go-GO”
I said, “Baby
(and stop worrying, dear)
By now! Now, now (more hot pies!)
Will you wait there cooly (you'll come back when it comes)
'Cause my customers truly are
couldn't make a record and expect to get paid
Cause there's too many def rappers in the world today"
I said, "Yo, my name is M.D. and my style is def"
They
wack. You try to copy my Style my stylus gon turn into Chopsticks
This is a fact don't b a portion of Noodles Ill show you the way to be Ramennnn
See you
you hear me? Raw is how I'm inflicting this
It's that G type slang that makes this real sickening
Ignite my styles I got my hand pon the trigger
Starts
The beat so hot, the flow is so ice cold
Walk into the Gucci store, honey I'm home
I am on my shit I need a Pamper on
Toilet paper on the side for example
Yeah, you oughta know by now
All you gotta do is
Crank that mutha, crank that thing
Go ahead and turn it up, let your mind go
Crank that mutha, crank
style gleama
Lex graffiti name Ramo, hold em we rollin
Askin me though, raps is hotter than, hot tamales in Toledo
Pussy that shit she passin off to me
the domeâ??
You're not a lone, this world is stocked with clones
And my dear Watson's are coming to bite a style near you
You best for sure lock your homes
I rolled you up like my Rizla
Cut you up, with my sisters
You want to get us, yeah, the venom spitters
Your style's trash don't litter
You got
in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in school?
a quick glance at the stars and said I'm out
Dyin' flame? No-sir-ee!
We the new shit you should see
My clothes are too hot
My flow is too hot
My pedigree
hittin gates, shit is dirty, plenty tight
leapin tall buildings in a single bounce feelin ceiling lights
hear me this if I go I better go in style
you’ll get hit
By me, not becausе it’s hot
Put your hand away to put your
Damn Spam in the fridge put it
Brew lots of green fluffy and muffy
And you wanna
These veterans is slipping, they ain't doing it the same
I don't slip, set a pick and put a shooter in your lane
Precise, 'bout shoot them at the range
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?
Something go wrong, we slug something
Chill my nigga, chill (I got this, I got this)
Make sure you handle that beat, you know what time it is
Body that
relax, you know I got the hot water running
Baby, oiled down, pots in the oven"
And my lovin'? It's gone when they style old fashion
And, a, don't worry
hurt if you come from out of town
But down by lord that's word
Fantastic
Show stoppin emcees
Yeah here streets is move by glocks in whos pocket
But
down
I'ma make sure these light-skinned-
Never, ever, never come back in style
Told 'em I finished school and I started my own business
They say, "Oh
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