Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Style, artist - Troy Ave. Date of issue: 18.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 dimples on yo face |
| Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist |
| And you know |
| She like my style, she like my flows |
| It ain’t no truck involved, she knows |
| I came for far from being low |
| Been on my grind and now it shows |
| Ain’t nobody round who 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 |
| White feeter with the cake |
| She got the long hair, ain’t nothing fake |
| All blue thong with the stars on it |
| Layin in my bed and she all on it |
| The one back before I burn 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 yo number, can’t be yo man |
| But you can act like it in yo Instagram |
| I like flippin grands 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 1000 whores |
| One good song is worth 1000 tones |
| So before proceed with 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 dimples on yo face |
| Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist |
| And you know |
| She like my style, she like my flows |
| It ain’t no truck involved, she knows |
| I came for far from being low |
| Been on my grind and now it shows |
| Ain’t nobody round who 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 |
| Shawty got a thing for me, it’s only right I slide with her |
| Spoil with money ice and there was G’s there sayin |
| Poppin like I’m celebratin, spend a week in the pane |
| Next two cities I’m a sleep on the plane |
| One time for keeping it real |
| Still in yo heart where you stay |
| Liftin yo feet up, like the marksman I aim to leave em |
| Sometimes for all these non-believers, now we even |
| I think your run is a public of line up out of the seasons |
| You’re beside me for a reason |
| Come check the breeze out with the flyest nigga breathing |
| Everything here is mine for keeping |
| I see you’re reaching |
| You want that vibe back |
| Bodies on my Hawaii hat, gotta be in my Palm rap still |
| Catch a contact, chill |
| Gather yo mind back |
| We in from the gutter baby, hold out, shine that |
| New faces every morning, I recover |
| Feeling like we never knew each other |
| 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 dimples on yo face |
| Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist |
| And you know |
| She like my style, she like my flows |
| It ain’t no truck involved, she knows |
| I came for far from being low |
| Been on my grind and now it shows |
| Ain’t nobody round who 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 |