Stylin lyrics

by

Birdman


[Intro]
n*ggas wanna do it
n*gga, f*ck it, let’s do it
See, this is what I do
So there ain’t nothin’ to it
If the conversation trap
Speak that fluent
In the club blowing money
Like I motherf*ckin’ grew it

[Hook]
You see me stylin’ on your b*tch ass
You see me stylin’ on your b*tch ass
You see me stylin’ on your b*tch ass
You see me stylin’ on your b*tch ass

[Young Jeezy]
Gon’ step in this b*tch
And I got plenty to blow
Tuck your chain and tuck your bottles
If you smart you’ll tuck your ho
These n*ggas know they ain’t f*ckin’ with your Mr. Snow
I swear I get a buzz every time you talk blow
I’m killin’ myself
I am killin’ this sh*t
Don’t make me go there
Spend a mil in this b*tch
See I hop in that Ferrari like I’m still in this b*tch
The sun came up
And we still in this b*tch
What?!

[Hook]

[Young Jeezy]
Time’s up, take off the top
There it is, a half a block
And the grind is never-ending
Man, I swear it never stops
But you got a hundred thousand n*ggas shooting at your spot
“You the best that ever did it, ever done it” thanks a lot
If the subject drug-related then you know I’m going in
If they 25 a piece then you know I’m buying ten
If they find them chickens at your house
Your ass is going to jail
If you can’t weigh it with your eyes
You actually need a scale

[Hook]

[Young Jeezy]
Damn right it’s all true
Paid dues and made moves
I stay away from n*ggas
Heard them n*ggas bad news
Say the street committee say them n*ggas tellin’ on the streets
Got the nerve to hate on you
You know when that sh*t is weak
Top down, pistol out, you know I’m on the creep
Looking for a stylin’ redbone
I hope that she a freak
If that pus*y good as I think it is I’mma tweak
Got on with the head doctor
And the bill won’t let me sleep
[Hook]

[Outro]
I’m killin’ myself
I am killin’ this sh*t
The grind is never-evening
Man, I swear it don’t stop
I’m killin’ myself
I am killin’ this sh*t
Don’t make me go there
Spend a mil in this b*tch
n*ggas wanna do it
n*gga, f*ck it, let’s do it
See, this is what I do
So there ain’t nothin’ to it
If the conversation trap
Speak that fluent
In the club blowing money
Like I motherf*ckin’ grew it
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