Lyrics:
hand
It's like Schwarzenegger when he was the Terminator
My mic is a A.K. loaded with words to spray ya
But yo
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(Who am I?) I'm the illest
so you fancy, know you liking my style
And I know you be loving when I bend you in style
When we finish it be feeling like we just ran a mile
Then we
been moving different my style more 2 3
Style more 2 3
So naah you knew me
I know you burnt the bridge how I burn good trees
And those were the days by
of everyday life
But most of the time I try to spread all my positive vibes
I also like the romance but not banal boring common style
I always cook
on ya toes
Gettin real freaky
Aint nobody gotta know
Bend over
Arch ya back
Doggy style oh you know i like it like that
Face first
Under covers
Yea
a boom-bap rapper anymore
Influenced by new styles more and more
Not just trying to rhyme my words anymore
So think about a life that you never had
When
Got my heart singing
Baby the way you dress
Your eyes
Your swag
Your style
Oh my,my,my,my,my
You you got me like
Ah, ah, ah
I can't believe
movies
Go grab your camera, I picture perfect ready for this moment
I'm feeling like Floyd, pretty boy team show my opponent
I'm popping erks, got me
that's my drive, got tracks like beehives
You can't pass my gate, a great mistake, you paid the cost
You bigger than me? You screaming "Shorty No Mas"
Yo,
Die..(x3)
I'd like to send all my love out to his kids
and my God Son Derik, Little D
to all his family
to his wife and everybody who loved him
and the people
It's just something I can't deny, I heal by the
Wanna be my private dancer, come with me to ecstasy
So whip and she ride it like a jet ski
Fly down
means is that
This human being is fly
Don't try to duplicate
I'm authentic, I see you scoping
My style like forensics, that is foul
Tech! Leave 'em by
pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high tryna figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone
Don't get me riled, I get wick-wick-wild
Flex styles by the pile, so smile for awhile
Aware, my dear kick-kick-kick, snare
That the flavor's in the air,
Yeah, yeah
Said I just wanna
Yeah
Said I just wanna see you smile
Don't wanna see you cry
It'll all be ok if you by my side
Baby if you by my side
like
I just hope they admit it
Aww mannn
Uh
Luxury of a pimp man that’s just my forte
Where the bitches digging ya style
And they love ya word play
sparks up
And folks get what they need
More money, honey, no it isn't funny
You're diggin' on my style
Like you're diggin' on my money
Another brother
and didn't even ask me
Catch my ass if you can
Got a Python tucked, no pants
She sleptover now she can't stand
Over your body Gangnam Style I dance
Haha!
Catch
like Michael
Kill the competition like Michael
Switching up my style drive the women wild
Like Michael hype the crowd all you haters building tear you
It’s dark the tv real loud
It’s only us, You know my style
Phone DND because it’s just you and Me
Hand on your thigh you mean the world to me
You’re
He dead, tell by the twitch
Free my brothers, I know they won't snitch
Like, like, what? I'ma get strange
Ooter got aim, like limitless range, like
now
Puff and pass that blunt and we sky high
Just like a superhero movie
Feeling pretty groovy
By the end of this film
Its you, me and a doobie
we get to keep
She's so busy 'sleep while I'm lookin' for something to eat
My mouth's a ruler, measure my greatness just by how I speak
And I ain't
of each
Now pre the team
All my guys are bullers
We just lead the league
Pretty girls wanna come
They see the G in me
Just the other day
I had seven G's
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