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Tony Yayo
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Love My Style
作詞:Anand Bakshi, Marvin Bernard, Pyarelal Laxmikant, Dorsey Wesley
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 ink
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G 'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents
I'm in town dog, Mexican brown dog I'm signed to interscope, I'm grims a C-note 500 cokily add to a kilo ID rather be rich, than snitch nigga out cold
My crack in sinthostat, drummers with hunny hats My bitch from D.R., switch 'em with bigger stash Movin' my work, jus' for some boots 'n' a skirt I was loose but she complainin' it hurt
Ice skatin' on ice, I got these crack heads, scrapin' the mic Late at night, bitch be shakin' her dice Runnin' from feds, like I had Jerry rice legs 'Cos the dope and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs
It's the top shotter that rocked prada That rhymed proper In high school I had ex in my gym locker Locker, locker, locker
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 ink
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G 'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents
I'm a sneaker addict, drug fanatic I live lavish, got more carots, that bunny rabbits I plant 'Marry I', courtyard groupie's lurkin' An them niggas wit no pussy is always jerkin'
An niggas handcuff hoes like female cops I got ma wrists all froze, so the COs drop Ayo 'em drink Malibu, dre drink henny Banks drink Baileys and buck drink remi
更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 I'm on the 7 a glock like, I'm still smellin' musty Leavin' Barcelona for some Argentina pussy Ye man G-Unit stunts it ain't nothin' Million dollar deals 'cos our fans dare hustle
I stay stuntin', my glock stay pumpin' 58-58, I got my cell phone jumpin' T O N Y the talk of New York Blowin' dro in the 6, on the way to court
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 ink
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G 'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents
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 'n' watch my soldiers attack Ya rhymes a snitches, homie I'm dealin' with fact
Keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade 'N' if my jewels don't shine it's time to upgrade I'mma ball till I fall, niggas can't ruin me From platinum plaques, wall to wall jewelery
I love my style, hoes scream my name It's Tony Yayo, a cats scowl in the game See niggas wanna kill me like sindy in scream But I pack the Mac-Nilly wit a inferred beam
Ayo I'm on daily like Freddy in the dream 'N' my chains so heavy, it spotted to my spleen You front on my team, ma niggas will finish you Automatic tray pound will fuckin' diminish you
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 ink
These haters don't love me, it don't matter to me I stay hater free 'cos I'mma down ass G 'Cos if I don't make dollars, then it don't make cents If it don't make dollars, it don't make cents
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