Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stylin, artist - Montana of 300.
Date of issue: 09.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stylin |
She ride it like a stallion |
When I hit it I be stylin |
That money keep calling its piling |
Pop bands baby I don’t call it |
Killin the ref don’t get T’d up |
When we touch down better ease up |
No trickin just stacking that cheese up |
No falling, i’m balling no ring |
And it’s no denying |
I flex without trying |
Your bitch keep eyeing me |
I’m sick like a virus |
I’m fly like a pilot |
I can not hide it |
Can’t you just tell I stay glo’d, yea |
She wanna give me knowledge like an old head |
And I’m willing to learn just like a smart kid |
Girl, i’m gone rock it like i’m harden |
Stay fly like an attendant |
See my team winning, no losing, no benching |
I’m never cold stay on that not to fucking mention |
Got waiting on me in Canada |
Wanna kiss on my chest because i’m tatted up |
It’s two of them yea one of me |
Don’t matter let’s add it up |
I got them killers right beside me |
So if you pull it then they shooting like they Spike Lee |
So if you try, yeah |
Everybody dies, yeah |
She ride it like a stallion |
When I hit it I be stylin |
That money keep calling its piling |
Pop bands baby I don’t call it |
Killin the ref don’t get T’d up |
When we touch down better ease up |
No trickin just stacking that cheese up |
No falling, i’m balling no ring |
And it’s no denying |
I flex without trying |
Your bitch keep eyeing me |
I’m sick like a virus |
I’m fly like a pilot |
I can not hide it |
When I’m flexin man I drip |
Mj this is it |
That black tooly be my bitch |
Tuck her like i’m Chris |
I’m gonna fuck her like i’m pissed |
Keep her no assist |
In her water like I slipped |
I swim like a fish |
Not a hairdresser but I’m stylin |
Your bitch hitting on me yeah she fouling |
Got a box up like an island |
Where you can’t see it like violet |
Trying to run it up like a RB |
Clip hold a lot like a RV |
Shawty talkin bout she wanna stay the night |
Need it in the morning like coffee |
I rap and I ball like I’m Lillard |
These niggas be all in they feelings |
You say that you ball you just scrimmage |
You do all that for an image |
Ice cold yeah that’s for ages |
Gotta nigga feelin like I’m ageless |
My flexing come in different stages |
I be turning bitches like pages |
She ride it like a stallion |
When I hit it I be stylin |
That money keep calling its piling |
Pop bands baby I don’t call it |
Killin the ref don’t get T’d up |
When we touch down better ease up |
No trickin just stacking that cheese up |
No falling, i’m balling no ring |
And it’s no denying |
I flex without trying |
Your bitch keep eyeing me |
I’m sick like a virus |
I’m fly like a pilot |
I can not hide it |
When I slide on these squares these bitches break they necks |
Boy, I will take your queen like we was playing chess |
Before we fucking she sucking D Generation X |
My pistol under my pillow I have the safest sex |
I got bitches up in Dallas |
I be styling like a stylist |
Robin Jeans full of thousands |
Dripping dressing like a salad |
I laid her down like a pallet |
Doggy style it got me growlin |
She moan I love the way she soundin |
She can’t take it throw the towel in |
Now when she see me she be smilin |
Her nigga hating like he Calvin |
But I done snuck the 40 cal in |
No ref I’m blowin' if they foulin |
When we touch down bitch it’s wings up |
I got chips I could slide like a Visa |
Sometimes I go slow then I speed up |
No cups but your bitch just got D’d up |
She ride it like a stallion |
When I hit it I be stylin |
That money keep calling its piling |
Pop bands baby I don’t call it |
Killin the ref don’t get T’d up |
When we touch down better ease up |
No trickin just stacking that cheese up |
No falling, i’m balling no ring |
And it’s no denying |
I flex without trying |
Your bitch keep eyeing me |
I’m sick like a virus |
I’m fly like a pilot |
I can not hide it |