- Tony Yayo love my style 歌詞
- Tony Yayo
- These hoes dont love me, they love my
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends dont love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These haters dont love me, it dont matter to me
I stay hater free cos
Imma down ass
GCos if I dont make dollars, then it dont make cents
If it dont make dollars, it dont make cents
Im in town dog,
Mexican brown dog
Im signed to interscope,
Im grims a
C-note500 cokily add to a kilo
ID rather be rich, than snitch ****** out cold
My crack in sinthostat, drummers with hunny hats
My ****** 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, ****** be shakin her dice
Runnin from feds, like
I had Jerry rice legs
Cos the **** and the rice come from pac and them plant eggs
Its the top shotter that rocked prada
That rhymed proper
In high school
I had ex in my gym locker
Locker, locker, locker
These hoes dont love me, they love my
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends dont love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These haters dont love me, it dont matter to me
I stay hater free cos
Imma down ass
GCos if I dont make dollars, then it dont make cents
If it dont make dollars, it dont make cents
Im a sneaker addict, drug fanatic
I live lavish, got more carots, that bunny rabbits
I plant Marry
I, courtyard groupies lurkin
An them ******s wit no ****** is always jerkin
An ******s handcuff hoes like female cops
I got ma wrists all froze, so the
COs dropAyo em drink
Malibu, dre drink henny
Banks drink
Baileys and buck drink remi
Im on the 7 a glock like,
Im still smellin musty
Leavin Barcelona for some
Argentina ******
Ye man G-Unit stunts it aint nothin
Million dollar deals cos our fans dare hustle
I stay stuntin, my glock stay pumpin58-58,
I got my cell phone jumpin
T O N Y the talk of
New YorkBlowin dro in the 6, on the way to court
These hoes dont love me, they love my
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends dont love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These haters dont love me, it dont matter to me
I stay hater free cos
Imma down ass
GCos if I dont make dollars, then it dont make cents
If it dont make dollars, it dont make cents
You in the
CBA, Im in the
NBAIts the rap
T-Mac, I stay with a gat
Click clack,
I sit back n watch my soldiers attack
Ya rhymes a snitches, homie
Im dealin with fact
Keep my car out the sun so the paint wont fade
N if myjewels dont ******ne its time to upgrade
Imma ball till
I fall, ******s cant ruin me
From platinum plaques, wall to wall jewelery
I love my style, hoes scream my name
Its Tony
Yayo, a cats scowl in the game
See ******s wanna kill me like sindy in scream
But I pack the
Mac-Nilly wit a inferred beam
Ayo Im on daily like
Freddy in the dream
N my chains so heavy, it spotted to my spleen
You front on my team, ma ** ****s will finish you
Automatic tray pound will ****** diminish you
These hoes dont love me, they love my
BenzLove my rims, love my style
These fiends dont love me, they love my coke
Love my ****, love my ink
These haters dont love me, it dont matter to me
I stay hater free cos
Imma down ass
GCos if I dont make dollars, then it dont make cents
If it dont make dollars, it dont make cents
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