Quick to grab the fifth and just fire
They just hated my style,
Indeed its curtains my style venomous
Trying to get back to this thing called love
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
The mastermind, with appetite, a man of style/
‘cause i manipulate your molecular structure
Style getting anarchistic, shudda ate supper
Chopping my style down like spruce wood
Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood
I know they gon' see me unless they senile
Become complicated never be wit rythm bringin' style
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