Lyrics:
Like the sun was burn black
Life is turn by turn fact
Life's a simple passage
They made it difficult essays
Demanding so much
So much depends on so
the wallet
Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your
what it do
We about that life my nigga, to us this ain't nothing new
We about the life my nigga, we don't abide by these rules
I sold bricks so tell
Fie
Dam I miss that 90's Style
When it was just all so Wild
All the Greats was still alive
Requirement was spit that Fie
So what's your Name
H Bish
Even if they don't want it, I'mma give it to them anyway
Several different styles, I can serve it to you many ways
Step up on this mic, you'll get
elevated, I'm bein' R rated
This style is terror, drastic
Meltin' the plastic
And I eat mics just like acid
Burn your pen and pads, mics you'll need not
he'll know what real love is
Tra la la la la
Oh you baby
Tra la la la la I know cherie
That when you say zat with love your heart is full
I know
it up baby
This life is never enough for me
You could be sippin' a cup baby
Or even lighting a blunt for me
But I'm just saying what's up baby
You know
dead
Chat behind my back I heard what you said
Doing all that talking, I'll put it to an end
Unfazed by what you saying, all I hear in my head is
La la
it from me, Jack, you're sadly mistaken
A lot of record labels been tryin' to get the bacon
By makin' a brother into somethin' he is not and
You're
ninety Moses approach with a golden focal point
Come soak in it, resume sturdy composer soldier bliss
Wrong name by a molar can often expose your
I'm-a get it anyway
(I get it anyway)
Regardless what the haters say
I'm-a get it anyway
I'm-a get it anyway
There comes a time in your life you
you know you fine
The kinda woman make a nicca change his life
So if you got one through it up (Aye)
Put your hands in the air and throw it up (Aye)
If
에 에 에
귀감 내가 너의 에 에 에
귀감 내가 너의 에 에 에
i'm your father baby
you've been motivated
나로 인해 이 게임이 제대로 왔지 ain't it
hardwork pays off work hard no day off
sit back baby don't be loud
Don't bang my line never been my style
Guess we bout to find out
Will da money and da hoes make it all worldwide
Gotta
To them haters wasting our time
Got one life to live I'm a live it on the first try
Can't lie I love my life life
Come by catch the vibe out in L.A
beside me
A player that can ride me, a cat that can rob me
Make a jazzy ho like me bust a sweat
Hit it from the back, grab me by my neck, demand your
baby, drivin' you crazy
Put my style
(Put your style)
Monkey charm
(Monkey charm)
I can make you jump around and drive you wild
(Drive you wild)
the nine and you play the target
You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it
Or should I say start this, teaching I'm the artist
Styles and new
Give me your honey
Well, I won't spend it in one place
Bended knee to get a taste
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
You're still trying to catch the past
But in my world of love your style
I know will always last
That's why you're my little baby (my little baby
boomba
The way you windin' it girl don't stop
Come on baby
Gettin' freaky in the club
Girl let me see your body go la la
Now back that thing up and make
don't press your luck
Or you gone see a wild native and the crazy-ness
That dirty style it's like an inner child
Get the weed get the brew make them all
how you love my style
Plenty of commas run it up before the sun go down
Millions of dollars I got to make it work somehow
Baby girl gone and tell me
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