Love My Style-Various Artists/Senthuran A/G
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TXT Love My Style-Various Artists/Senthuran A/G 文本歌词
Love My Style - Various Artists
Sh*t is toxic, ni**a
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 d**e, love my
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down a** 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 d**e
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 ni**a, out po'
I cracked my zipper stash, 'dro mixed wit honey hash
My b**ch from D R used to twist wit da biggest a**
Movin' my work, just put some in her skirt
Her p**sy 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 d**e 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 d**e, love my
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down a** 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 p**sy 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)
I'm on a 7 o'clock flight, still smellin' musty
Leavin' Barcelona, out some Argentina p**sy
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 d**e, love my
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down a** 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 f**kin' 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 d**e, love my
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me
I stay hater-free 'cause I'm a down a** 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
