| See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl
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| And she was telling bout how she feel and everything
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| Her name was New York
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| But she said Troy listen
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| She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
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| We’ve been wantin something this good for a while
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| But I’m not fooled dimples on yo face
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| Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist
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| And you know
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| She like my style, she like my flows
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| It ain’t no truck involved, she knows
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| I came for far from being low
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| Been on my grind and now it shows
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| Ain’t nobody round who sound like this
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| We ain’t the same, they rode that dick
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| Fuck them lames, get down with this
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| Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips
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| White feeter with the cake
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| She got the long hair, ain’t nothing fake
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| All blue thong with the stars on it
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| Layin in my bed and she all on it
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| The one back before I burn the cat
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| Two steppin in the club with my dogs all strapped
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| There for dough, playin with the bitches
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| A flashy young nigga before we took the pictures
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| I can take yo number, can’t be yo man
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| But you can act like it in yo Instagram
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| I like flippin grands and you like me
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| And if you into getting money baby you like me
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| Come on, I’m out here, sound the alarm
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| I heard one good girl is worth 1000 whores
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| One good song is worth 1000 tones
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| So before proceed with yo boy
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| She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
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| We’ve been wantin something this good for a while
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| But I’m not fooled dimples on yo face
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| Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist
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| And you know
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| She like my style, she like my flows
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| It ain’t no truck involved, she knows
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| I came for far from being low
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| Been on my grind and now it shows
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| Ain’t nobody round who sound like this
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| We ain’t the same, they rode that dick
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| Fuck them lames, get down with this
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| Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips
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| Shawty got a thing for me, it’s only right I slide with her
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| Spoil with money ice and there was G’s there sayin
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| Poppin like I’m celebratin, spend a week in the pane
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| Next two cities I’m a sleep on the plane
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| One time for keeping it real
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| Still in yo heart where you stay
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| Liftin yo feet up, like the marksman I aim to leave em
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| Sometimes for all these non-believers, now we even
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| I think your run is a public of line up out of the seasons
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| You’re beside me for a reason
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| Come check the breeze out with the flyest nigga breathing
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| Everything here is mine for keeping
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| I see you’re reaching
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| You want that vibe back
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| Bodies on my Hawaii hat, gotta be in my Palm rap still
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| Catch a contact, chill
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| Gather yo mind back
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| We in from the gutter baby, hold out, shine that
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| New faces every morning, I recover
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| Feeling like we never knew each other
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| She said yo new shit pumpin, you make us so proud
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| We’ve been wantin something this good for a while
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| But I’m not fooled dimples on yo face
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| Cus when we dances I felt that fit full on yo waist
|
| And you know
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| She like my style, she like my flows
|
| It ain’t no truck involved, she knows
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| I came for far from being low
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| Been on my grind and now it shows
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| Ain’t nobody round who sound like this
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| We ain’t the same, they rode that dick
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| Fuck them lames, get down with this
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| Pop champagne, girl shake yo hips |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Your Style , by - Troy Ave. Song from the album BSB Vol. 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп