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Correct Style On Me Lyrics
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Correct Style On Me
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[Chorus: Money Man] Designer everything know you can't style on me My niggas wild homie Just left the house but I forgot I had a bag of gas on me And a large amount of cash on me When I turn it at the house she gonna feel some type of weird bout it (uh-huh uh-huh) She tryin' her best to hide it That nigga fake, he tryin' his best to hide it, but I see right inside it (uh-huh uh-huh) I see her choosiness written all over herself (uh-huh uh-huh) Pc's on my Rav4 Fuck it nigga gotta lie for it She keep it real with me (uh-huh uh-huh) [Verse 1: Money Man] Jumped in the water, had to learn to swim with the shark Pussy nigga probably never left his front yard Now he hard These niggas kill me these days With all their feminine ways I know what they did yea I smell the pussy on you These niggas never learn until educate em with a stick in they face Then they jump right back in their place They try their hardest to stay safe He think I'm dumb like I ain't never seen a nigga lurk before I'm just gonna dump this shit and let it go She tryin' her hardest not to catch feelings cause she done been hurt before Scared nigga acted like you've never seen work before I still remember the other day when i ain't have a dime Then I forgot about it Had some problems with a couple niggas in the streets and they forgot about it They'll probably get shout about it Lil nigga you not about it (Uh-huh Uh-huh) [Chorus: Money Man] Designer everything know you can't style on me My niggas wild homie Just left the house but I forgot I had a bag of gas on me And a large amount of cash on me When I turn it at the house she gonna feel some type of weird bout it (uh-huh uh-huh) She tryin' her best to hide it That nigga fake, he tryin' his best to hide it, but I see right inside it (uh-huh uh-huh) I see her choosiness written all over her face (uh-huh uh-huh) Pc's on my Rav4 Fuck it nigga gotta lie for it She keep it real with me (uh-huh uh-huh) [Verse 2: Birdman] 80 days 50 whips 80 days 50 chips Eight figures on the B side we suicide for them chips Same ways on the east side I'm on the sea side, move chips The same ways on the south side and the west side and we dip Big fish with the big waves helicopter them fast days Six keys with no side way Stay high , bitch gettin paid 84 i got my first brick 94 i got a 100 whips Stayin extra with the choppa Pussy nigga I poppin' Duck tapes with them clips Serve a nigga done been Pussy nigga can't win Pussy nigga been tense Niggas know how we do it Iced up and we fluid Stay fly nigga , rich nigga No love lost fore they blew it Pussy Chorus: Money Man] Designer everything know you can't style on me My niggas wild homie Just left the house but I forgot I had a bag of gas on me And a large amount of cash on me When I turn it at the house she gonna feel some type of weird bout it (uh-huh uh-huh) She tryin' her best to hide it That nigga fake, he tryin' his best to hide it, but I see right inside it (uh-huh uh-huh) I see her choosiness written all over her face (uh-huh uh-huh) Pc's on my Rav4 Fuck it nigga gotta lie for it She keep it real with me (uh-huh uh-huh)
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