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Love My Style
作詞:Anand Bakshi, Marvin Bernard, Pyarelal Laxmikant, Dorsey Wesley
Shit is toxic, nigga
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz Love my rims, love my style These fiends don't love me, they love my coke Love my dope, love my [unverified]
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down ass G 'Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
(Here we go now, now) I'm floodin' ya town, dog wit Mexican brown dope I'm signed to Interscope, a gram's a C note That's 500, hopefully, add to a kilo I'd rather be rich than a snitch nigga, out po'
I cracked my zipper stash, 'dro mixed wit honey hash My bitch from D R used to twist wit da biggest ass Movin' my work, just put some [unverified]in her skirt Her pussy loose but she complained that it hurt (Break it down)
Ice skatin' on ice, got these crack heads scrapin' the pipe Late at night 'cause we shakin' the dice Runnin' from Fed's like I had Jerry Rice legs But the dope in the rice come from pocket plant eggs (Yeah)
It's the top shotta, that rock Prada That rhyme propa, in high school, I had packs in my gym locka Locka, locka, locka, locka, locka, locka, locka (Break it down now)
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz Love my rims, love my style These fiends don't love me, they love my coke Love my dope, love my [unverified]
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down ass G 'Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
(Here we go) I'm a sneaker addict, gun fanatic That live lavished wit more karats than bunny rabbits I play the Marriott Courtyard, groupies is lurkin' And them niggaz with no pussy is hallway searchin'
Y'all niggaz handcuff hoes like female cops I got my wrist all froze in the CL drop (C'mon) Hey, yo, Em drink Malibu, Dre drink Henny Banks drink Bailey's and Buck drink Remi (Yeah) 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網
I'm on a 7 o'clock flight, still smellin' musty Leavin' Barcelona, out some Argentina pussy Leer jets, G Unit stunts, it ain't nuttin' Wit million dollar deals 'cause our fans, they're hustlin' (What up?)
I stay stuntin', man, my block stay pumpin' 58 fifty eighths, got my cell phone jumpin' It's T O N Y, the talk of New York Blowin' 'dro in the six on the way to court, c'mon (C'mon)
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz Love my rims, love my style These fiends don't love me, they love my coke Love my dope, love my [unverified]
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down ass G 'Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
You in the CBA, I'm in the NBA It's the rap T-Mac, I stay with a gat Click clack, I sit back, my soldiers attack Your rhymes is fiction, homie, I'm dealin' with fact
Keep my car out the sun so the paint won't fade And if my jewels don't shine, it's time to upgrade (Yeah) I'ma ball 'til I fall, you niggaz can't ruin me For platinum plaques, you know that wall jewelry
Y'all love my style, hoes scream my name It's Tony Yayo, a cash cow in the game See niggaz wanna kill me like Sydney in 'Scream' (Bring it)
But I pack a mack milli with an infra-red beam Hey, yo, I'm more deadly, than Freddy in a dream And my chain so heavy, it hurt my spine to my spleen (Uh, huh) You front on my team, my niggaz'll finish you Automatic tray pounds'll fuckin' diminish you (Bring it all day)
These hoes don't love me, they love my Benz Love my rims, love my style These fiends don't love me, they love my coke Love my dope, love my [unverified]
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down ass G 'Cause if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense If it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense
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