Your Style

See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl And she was telling 'bout how she feel and everything Her name was New York But she said Troy listen She said yo new shit pumpin', you make us so proud We've been wantin' something this good for a while But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo face 'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist And you know She like my style, she like my flows It ain't no chuck involved, she knows I came so far from dealin' blow Been on my grind and now it shows Ain't nobody sound like this We ain't the same, they rode that dick Fuck them lames, get down with this Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips She got the long hair, ain't nothing fake Flute glass full of birthday cake All blue thong with the stars on it Layin' in my bed and she all on it Rewind back, before I grind the cat Two steppin' in the club with my dogs all strapped There for dough, playin' with the bitches A flashy young nigga before we took the pictures I can take ya number, can't be ya man But you can act like it in ya Instagram I like flippin' grams and you like me And if you into getting money baby you like me Come on, I'm out here, sound the alarm I heard one good girl is worth a thousand whores One good song is worth a thousand tours So before I leave, proceed wit yo boy She said yo new shit pumpin', you make us so proud We've been wantin' something this good for a while But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo face 'Cause when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo waist And you know She like my style, she like my flows It ain't no chuck involved, she knows I came so far from dealin' blow Been on my grind and now it shows Ain't nobody sound like this We ain't the same, they rode that dick Fuck them lames, get down with this Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips It's that NY sound, oh this that new NY sound Puttin' it down for the town I used to put them birds in and out of town But look at me now One brick at a time on the road to get mine Spit about it in rhymes now the hustle combined Pop I'm killin' these bitches I done stayed on my grind Motivated by money and puttin' on time To get busy, these other niggas been iffy They callin' me young Jay, they call me the new 50 Call me what you want except broke, let's toast Who the fuck I'm supposed to sound like, I'm from New York Troy Ave got the streets in a frenzy though I bought the spotlight back, you should thank me no And if you don't, then we know you a hater bro "A playa hater" Biggie quote I'm on the radio baby everyday, that's my word I restored the feeling, I kept up my word The new sheriff in town, the chuck is over BSB roll with us so you get rolled over She said yo new shit pumpin', you make us so proud We've been wantin' something this good for a while But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo face 'Cause when we danced I felt that fifth all on yo waist And you know She like my style, she like my flows It ain't no chuck involved, she knows I came so far from dealin' blow Been on my grind and now it shows Ain't nobody sound like this We ain't the same, they rode that dick Fuck them lames, get down with this Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips

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