Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Hurt My Style, artist - Cam'Ron. Date of issue: 28.04.2008
Song language: English
Can't Hurt My Style |
| Hook: |
| Y’all little dudes couldn’t hurt my style |
| And you got birds, it’ll make it worth my while |
| And I mean-mug cuz you don’t deserve my smile so |
| Been into plenty drama |
| Flame it like Benihana’s |
| Y’all little dudes couldn’t hurt my style |
| And you got birds, it’ll make it worth my while |
| And I mean-mug cuz you don’t deserve my smile so |
| Been into plenty drama |
| Flame it like Benihana’s |
| I got the stainless, the stainless know how to work the fire |
| I’ll leave you brainless then famous, more murder murder guys |
| My chain, my ring, my chain, my watch, it might hurt ya eyes |
| Pop pop pop pop pop pop pop pop, baby come work them thighs |
| I know that coke the iaina, ya know, birds or pies |
| Bad work, a bloodbath, niggas deserve to die |
| Look dude, I’m the Dean, don’t mean to hurt ya pride |
| You the wanksta, I’m gangsta, certified |
| Get with me, physically I’ll take you out your misery |
| My bracelet is Time Square, necklace a Christmas tree |
| The piece you see across the entire state children |
| The night version of the Empire State Building |
| Let’s dead the convo, pronto, go condo for condo |
| Better yet shot for shot, John Doe for John Doe |
| Y mano y mano, I’m Don Juan Demarco |
| With the magic wand, beyond, tell 'em get and begone you |
| Hook: |
| Y’all little dudes couldn’t hurt my style |
| And you got birds, it’ll make it worth my while |
| And I mean-mug cuz you don’t deserve my smile so |
| Been into plenty drama |
| Flame it like Benihana’s |
| Y’all little dudes couldn’t hurt my style |
| And you got birds, it’ll make it worth my while |
| And I mean-mug cuz you don’t deserve my smile so |
| Been into plenty drama |
| Flame it like Benihana’s |
| We pimps and mobsters, with a different posture |
| Dipped in Prada, pasta on the shrimp and lobster |
| A side of oysters, plus the scamp we fried |
| I don’t understand it 5, the way he move he can’t be live |
| We still family ties, get ya family tied |
| Uh, duct-tape, wrong move, ya family dies |
| Couple hit the kid, couple shots graze the trunk |
| Middle finger, pay the punk, know who I was raised amongst |
| The neck tennis yellow, the wrist tennis blue |
| I’m at the tennis match, L.V. |
| on the tennis shoes |
| Soon as the tension fuse, we begin to feud |
| I’m 80 percent of the reason the tenants move |
| So tell your employer, better yet, tell your lawyer |
| You wanna see the boy, a 100 million, Dela Hoya |
| Dude brought your girl to the crib and said «Enjoy her» |
| I got it cookin' on the stove, you can smell the Goya |
| Hook: |
| Y’all little dudes couldn’t hurt my style |
| And you got birds, it’ll make it worth my while |
| And I mean-mug cuz you don’t deserve my smile so |
| Been into plenty drama |
| Flame it like Benihana’s |
| Y’all little dudes couldn’t hurt my style |
| And you got birds, it’ll make it worth my while |
| And I mean-mug cuz you don’t deserve my smile so |
| Been into plenty drama |
| Flame it like Benihana’s |
| Y’all little dudes couldn’t hurt my style |
| And you got birds, it’ll make it worth my while |
| And I mean-mug cuz you don’t deserve my smile so |
| Been into plenty drama |
| Flame it like Benihana’s |