Lyrics:
WHEN I REALISE,
THAT PARTY MINDS WITH HOPE JUST MIGHT DEVISE
A DEEPER KIND VISION THAT LEADS TO RATIONALISE
& IGNORE THE SELF STYLED SHOUTERS WHOSE
get styled
You pon mi mind gyal
You pon mi mind
Eyes on me
Eyes on me, baraje gyal
Eyes on me
Money on you
Money on you, Bend your waist gyal
Money
Weird
And I say goodbye
To all of your lies
To myself from yesterday
USA here I come
Beautifully styled
But so fucking lost
Would you pray for my
You are my everything (everything)
I’ll put you in a wedding ring (wedding ring)
I can see it now
Walking down the aisle
With your hair so styled
First I wanna take a moment
To go thank all those who own it
My new tracks are styled like F-1
Twists and turns but I'm never done
Keep it going
talkin but we walkin this life we styled it. Knew what it was U still reneged my nigga u childish. We down forever that’s what we on ups now. Look at u
Cause it was so fantastic
Yo ass the phattest
That doggy styled be madness
Hook:
But it make you say my name
Say my name.
After you say you want me
on the town
People talk and stare
At our nice clothes
And our styled hair
They don't see our love
Cuz there ain't none there
They just see our flash
They just
show up and sign da papers
I'm holdin it down, put up my town as a wager
Fuck around wit Dajun get styled on baby
Uptown, I been up now since they made
how you act in reality
I’m ya majesty
Of exposing the actually
Y’all can’t compare to me
Fearing me
Free-styled this whole verse
I ain’t playing
yup, we still get styled off the worst purchase
Streaming through the current like the Nylon the earth’s surface
Wish I could Rwanda part of this life
to come
When I know where the motherfuckas Bit they style from
I styled more hoes in this fuckin city
Can I get a thank you for making bitches looking
(heeeee)
I’m too fly
Inna rocket ship and i’m the fucking pilot
My bitch drenched beside me
Cause i fuckin styled her
Mild-mannered
But i’m quick to snap
on the floor
Of a Baroque styled appartment
Well that hearse driving blonde
Is going up and through my head, yeah!
Well she gets up at dawn
And drives around
the future is past
The boys are styled their best
The girls arrive in a dress
A game of passion at last in a fuchsia caress
There goes the world
They lost
Come test this
Get more cash
More blessing
No countdown
No pressure
My hair styled
My nails did
Like what (what)
Why ya in my inbox?
Thought you
a nigga up quick on the islands. Y'all hoes be scared but I'm wilding. Who dressed the bitch and who styled it. Tried to slick play me on the low, but I had
inside Louis (Ooh yea)
And she can't tell me what I gotta' do
Got my wrist styled, flex a dime or two
Got a bitch, ima let her take me to a place I belong
Audibly trite this clave steers aplenty
Honestly spiteless, fav year's '20
Accomplishments piled more's latent
Accomplice tent's styled yet vacant
Trusting
gas my nigga and it's foreign
Enough of your bullshit nigga it's boring
I rock dior styled my bitch in Versace
I ride alone I don't like no attaché
She comes my way
Gliding on the air
Like sun rays
Vibrant with her hair
Neatly styled in braids
Diamonds everywhere
Try to make their way
Onto her
styled out
John Carpenter "The Thing"
What I'm thinking bout
I like to smoke about, ayy
I like to drink about
And the smoke in the air
Had to clear 'em out
styled my ride past the
Busy cynics with witty lyrics
And Spirit-filled persistence
Dodging those ballistics from the pistols
Of accusers and of cynics
mischief child
Lyrics are piled
Lowkey im wild
Heavenly styled
Cartoonish playing hoops space jam
Fuck bitches up def jam
Riri told y'all there's a man down
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