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to Saks to get you styled up All my niggas from the bottom, it just made it harder And my bitch look like a model, I drench her in Prada Love it when you
the paper I'm talkin' high knees Askin' how a nigga put it on styled by me Got all these bitches sing my songs all that I need I was born with all these vibes
Sweating,freezing,itching,bleeding Self-styled poision,a lethal meaning Face down,helpless in 48 hours Sickness Pulling your hair out Your
With a lipstick painted smile cnd her hair so neatly styled She lines her green eyes Pressed powder to disguise c tearstained cheek of rose So
the court fully drenched Here go some haterade, get your thirst quenched Style'd on 'em in this Burberry trench These birds copy every word, every inch
can tell 'Cause the thug in me wanna do illegal things for cheese Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's Vt's from overseas pimped-out styled
to shine Time to change up, no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters Mouthed off
else. And where does that leave you? You self-styled man of vision. You feel stupid, you feel angry, are you losing your mind? To destroy the one
up your mind Should one thing or another take you from behind Though the world may make you hard and wild And determine how your life is styled
can tell 'Cause the thug in me wanna do illegal things for cheese Need to get me mo' of deez, VV's and M3's Vt's from overseas pimped-out styled
I think that you're wild And so uniquely styled You might think it's foolish This chancy rendezvous (You might think) you might think I'm crazy
were returned, I got no girls. They repossessed Both the car and pearls. I styled my hair Just like Cary Grants. Bought a pair Of those tight
think that you're wild And so uniquely styled You might think it's foolish This chancy rendezvous (You might think) you might think I'm crazy (All
circling faithfully around And a little girl wearing a Russian styled coat Was carefully looking inside At the horses and knights and the trains with
Well, I've been turn-styled Junk-piled And railroaded too I've been laid low But don't you know I'm still in love with you I've been took down
that you see is probably styled by me I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?] Listen here, we outta there,
that you see is probably styled by me I'm rockin OG's, with the Nike Air, slightly rare Fluffy OZ's of the Jack Herer [?] Listen here, we outta there,
on,still hanging on,hang on I met this real live walking,self-styled,self-assured,slow talking bore I thought I'd play him along,give him a song,to keep
sometimes When you're curious I'll be back around Oh, I think that you're wild And so uniquely styled You might think it's foolish This chancy rendezvous
of the countdown Shit ain't been the same since I found out Hodgy Beats ghost wrote for Bow-Wow Now I'm the loud, shot, body-styled, foul mouth fucker That your
to get low Ground pound with the wild out Money talk I just dialed out Fresh man, so styled out bitch, don't you see this? If you lookin' for a genius?
Candy came from LA California he was a picture of a perfect man His hair was styled and his silken suits were tailored He drove a red imported sports
My new driver's license photo Makes me look like Quasimoto And all my clothes are styled for me By Minnesota Fats The diet drink I live
should I stay You got that bad and body workin' And girl that's fly how you styled ya hair I wanna see more of your figure Take that thing off Oooh girl
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