Lyrics:
walkin' out the house with style and grace
(Don't you)
You pick up your girl and take her to dinner
'Cause when the night is over you think you're gonna win
it but the shit don't stop
It be hot, why'all niggas is worthless in the money market
I'm buck you ain't worth shit, nigga what?
Think about it,
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
You"
Nas "Niggaz is this and that"
Big Pun "I'm even, even better than before"
Styles "I don't give a fuck who you are"
Pain In Da Ass "Fuck you"
Nas
out 'cause
Of your sex chromosome
I know it's so messed up
How our society all thinks (For sure)
Life is short, you're capable (Uh, huh)
Oh, oh oh
Look
rolling
Swimming in hot water
Getting stronger by a minute
Getiing my strength from a beast
That is the kong K.G
Paralyse a n*** leave in cage
Until he acts
you're being me who's being you?
I'm hot like Patra, Doggystyle on all fours
End your career like Christopher Williams did Al B. Sures
Mass hysteria,
time
This outta be sum fun lets see the legs run
Which one of you so called MC' s is getting done
They turn around n' said "you your not the one"
Styles
got style what
Tonight is the night
Give it up for the hot temptation
IÂ'm in it for the hot temptation
Sing it - feel it - Minute by Minute
I aiÂ'n
started on the MARTA
From the West side
Y'all prolly know that by now
This is where the block hot
You might hear a glock pop
Be cool, that aint unfamiliar
Too hot, too hot, too hot, lady
Gotta run for shelter, gotta run for safety
Too hot, too hot, too hot, lady
Gotta cool the finger, or the mess we
a smile
Roll up a fat one then blow out the cloud
Smoke what you got I just hope that it's loud!
Remember my name is Amanda
I'm hot on these like Lanta!
is what you get now
The kinda style make the whole world go wild
Bless the child that can hold his own, flesh and bone
And no matter where I roam I
the glare
A kick and a snare
Built for your desire
And now
The Stet is on fire
ON FIRE!
We're on fire, our style is the gangster rock
That burns,
too passive yea
Style hot, don't you ever try to jack it yea
Rip to all my niggas who been passin' yea
You done showed me that you fake just by your
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
Jupiter
They out here making me stupider
No looking at me, try looking at her
She want the attention, and that is for sure
They wanting the rings like they
by my man D'Angelo
We make the shit Wild Hot
[Chorus: x3]
They say when you find true love
You'd better hang on to what you've got
Find a way to make it last
Be sure that girl is yours
Well, my baby lives
Fuck mumble rap
Uh dubba dubba that, shit is hot garbage
I ain't bumping that
Drugs and some tats
Now you call yourself a rapper
Wrap it up
We've had
blunts while you spin
You got your license, right? Alright, no swerving
Hair blonde out, Madonna style like a virgin
Splurging, Dom P., Rosé
Much
by grace when hell awaits
I'm the head not the tail, let me demonstrate
I don't need effects on my voice
I don't need to copy your style
I don't need
I see I been on my countdown
Beating the clock
Anything coming through my hands
I'll make sure that it pop
I see you digging my style
It's 'cause I
Hook
This is just the pilot, we not even hot
Universe is busy tryna make the sickest plot
Bitch is just the pilot, we ain't even hot
We ain't even
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