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Shit on ?, activist servin my addicts (why?)
Fuck up those who dance by chance a champ be fly
Smack that ass that go by and she won't ask me why
down, stuntin style, over those I polly
Then merk-o from squalie, ducati and Roberto Cavali mami
We feelin' them scoobies, you stealin' them gucci's
Fashion can be learned, heads can still be turned
By your sweet face, the style and grace
You know you've already earned
Hold your head high and keep
just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I state "You know what you do
cooler
Grey Goose and big Ruger the fact is
I pose for low in Gazelle glasses
The booth Ted Dibiase just tripled the carats
And you can tell by the style I
get my currency in stacks
California's where I'm at - right?
Passed by while these niggas wonder by
I got shot but didn't die
Let 'em see who's next
trickin' on some pussy, get you stuck up (mm-hmm)
Look at my smile, look at my style, I drive these bitches wild (You know it)
You say you smoke dope by
The greatest star
I am by far
But no one knows it, wait
They're gonna hear a voice
A silver flute
They'll cheer each toot (hey, that kid is terrific, hmm)
and go in style
Late at night a big old house gets lonely
I guess every form of refuge has its price
And it breaks her heart to think her love is only
swag on a hundred mill, how the stylist gon' style us
Caught up in the light, caught up in the life
I see youngin on the corner with a quarter of that
get money, nigga I'ma get money
Brand new black Ferrari fat boy known to pop a clutch
Bought another Rollie, Presidential is a must
By the way that
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
and ride with a nigga
so I can show you what Dade County really got
See don't be fooled by South Beach
Thinking when you come to the Bottom
You can
That's what you do to me
That's what you
Then one by one I went down the line
Just repeating it
'Cause it makes me smile
That's what you do to me
That's
we actin' wild
It's Waka Flame, you know my style
This little chain like 40 thou'
All eyes on me, thugged out
Pop a bean, that's the old me
Molly's
harder then some niggas I know,
And I know, that she know, I'm by her side,
She by my side,
And if I ride then she goin' ride and we goin' ride until
would spray broad day ain't nothin'
The lilac one AK doing somethin'
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you wanna
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
Don't hold back, baby, give it to me
It ain't so easy to please me, ya know
Boy put it on me and then we can roll (yeah)
Brand new style come fi
I don't fuck around dunny, this move's real
I gave birth to your whole style and feel
How do it feel, to hold my dick in public
Cock blower, duplicate
fronted and
I doubt if I do cause if I did then I'd get
Beat up by fucking crew
A real nigga since you figure
That you ready to box
You catch knots from my
Don't hold back, baby, give it to me
It ain't so easy to please me, ya know
Boy put it on me and then we can roll (yeah)
Brand new style come fi
of the system is worser now, melody murder must've ran
What if the rapture happens, nigga just deeper than rapping vanish or not
Never gone change my style, I do
as a tasty cake mix
This style I mastered in
Niggas catchin headaches what what you need aspirin
A type of pain you couldn't kill with Midol
Fuck around get
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Some of the busiest rhymes ever made by man
Are goin' into this mic, written by this hand
Are comin' out of this mouth, made by this
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