Kind Of Style
Bouty Johnson
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It seems like these cold sweats that they never stop Am I at home yet or just in a better box They take your legs and your head if you're dead or not They catch a lot, and your friends, yeah, I bet they watch If not, then they point in the right direction Hypnotized, get inside with our white complexion It's the truth, and they always say that shit hurts But when I'm in the booth, I guarantee you get work I'm in first with the pen scripts is berserk Business and friendships is censored No need to know how my IG is just music Like, why you care who I f*ck I don't trust stupid You got my nuts in a clutch, and my gut's oozing I call your bluff I'm really tough I'm Judge Judy I just realized I hate every single one living But the rhymes that I write bring light like the sun sizzling Get with it You know I'm sick with it Look at my penmanship It's straight ridiculous You're so fucking feminine I ain't even rhyming now You got vaginas now Is that a kind of style I don't think it is And now you're blinking quick I'm on a sinking ship Stop being a bitch Simple and plain, a dimple in your brain I heard you got to make the best out of a situation It's a test not to be less than the shit you raised in I'm in amazement These kids live for entertainment I used to be the same way, and I missed arraignments But you got to change if you want the bigger payment Too big a risk to hit a lick Man, that shit is dangerous, even for some bricks unless you with legit arrangements These jits are strange, live for fame, pretty brainless Speaking of which, I think I need a CAT scan You a dude, but a bitch, you need a backhand Welcome to this rap land, and what these cats really rap ain't really happening What a sad scam Maybe it's time to be a bit more authentic Live for a cause more large than your car rented Living like a con, what we got beyond riches I'm the don, hear the song I'm gone, bitches Get with it You know I'm sick with it, man Look at my penmanship, it's straight ridiculous You're so fucking feminine I ain't even rhyming now You got vaginas now Is that a kind of style I don't think it is And now you blinking quick I'm on the sinking ship Stop being a bitch Simple and plain, a dimple in your brain It's me and Vince, y'all Back down in Chat Town I got my boy Rick on the track Let's go
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Written by: VNCE GULLY, Michael Johnson
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