Lyrics:
she on the cloud with me
You still in y'all feelings, I'm in the style section
A niggas style somethin' they can never grasp
Every beat I smash
stupid ice- Bitch started
Romancin' my stones
More style I've ever shown, holdin' my own
Don't let me catch you alone 'fore I
Hit you wit' the full blown!
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
No longer Kelvin Mercer but the Posdnuos, Plug One
Yo, I found fun in the scribblin' of speak
On a naked white sheet
Most recognized with my dark
played bass guitar
With the boy who's wearing flares
He didn't care
He lit the fuse and ran for a mile
The space rocket went up in style
The space
shoes, those are green
Draped in a leopard mink, girls standin' next to me
Probably should've washed this, smells like R. Kelly's sheets
(Piss)
But
the unassisted
So what's next? Not these emcees that's totin' text
Glitz and gram better scram down his ????
That style's played and more washed up than
beige
Hair's a blackcurrant that matches
Your style great
With a jacket you bought from Urban
And your pretty bird chain
She said I look mixed
I said,
in the room, go, go
One, two, look at you, I said
Three, Four, on the floor, I said
Five, Six, Sex submit
Seven, Logan Seven in the sheets now
stuck in a small cell (stuck)
I'm fortunate to say I know y'all well
Nas, you signed me (my nigga)
Styles, we did Beloved with no problem
Fam, Wu-Tang
Feel the heat from the streets, I got to eat
Talk what I walk, I stalk with bronze feet
Ancient spells, yell durag sheet
She rags sheet, jump
straight up from infantry
Wars begin, we done sayin' they playin' to win
But we got it all within
So roll with the sheets, 'cause the thugs, they creep
gorilla family
Lay on sheets of satin
In the heart of black Manhattan
Now new style runnin' with the park rangers
Hate to break down the whole gate
People
sheets, dressed to boast
Some are wielding knives to have a virgin in their arms
Style seems to be out of style
Should we be alarmed?
It's not cool to be
Let´s be honest
cll we do is fight
You pay no attention
But say you'd rather die
Tho what was your intention
You want me in them sheets
Baby, please
sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life
Laugin' my shit is
with a 40
Mix it with Alka Seltzer and formula 44-D
Fuck an acid tab, I strap the whole sheet to my forehead
Waited 'til it absorbed in and fell
just smell the funky beats
You know the flavor in between the sheets
I saw my boy Big Al, said Just keep it straight
He said, I know I got a novelty
You're the type of girl that got class and style
Still in all you need the backseat of my jeep once in a while
So I pull up to your door to give you what
sheets than Essence
They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than 8 seconds
Still poundin' in my after life
Laugin' my shit is
Persian rugs, the cashmere
Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga Jay-Z lethal drugs
Eighteen carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets
Words worth a million like
look, and touch furious
Her lust got me delirious
This how doves cry, jigga, been fly
I get prince fly, With a kings style,
Fuck what you think style
I got 1 2 3 4 5 bad bitches
I got new haters
And my smile got bigger
Still the same flow, but the style got different
I don't feel the same when I'm
what you been missing
Baby dont be popping no style
Say you the kind that cant be pursuaded
Done got you pursuaded long time
In that phillip aint rockin
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