The Stylist lyrics

by

Chris Rivers


[Verse 1]
I whipped the beamer out in Vegas yelling 2Pac back
b*tch, I'm a problem what the f*ck can n*ggas do bout that
These rappers too funny, b*tches say I change cause I got new money
I through a stack at that hoe and tell her go do laundry
f*cking deranged money stuffed in the bank
The Mink coat killa got PETA throwing buckets of paint
Ah f*ck it, I make a fashion statement on the red carpet
You f*ck with my mine and get your head target
I take em back in a book with egg cartons get your head carved in
I write my words past the red margin, f*ck it
Whores give me neck, tyrannosaurus rex
I'm a monster I peel off in the vintage orange vet
You know how the god do it
Cotton money Bumpin y’s to it
J lurk the block for the crack, n*ggas dodge Buicks
Sloppy hoes wanna know what I gross
Cause I fall off in the b*tch just like king jockin Joe

[Hook]
You know my style b*tch
So fly n*ggas thought I was the stylist
For that money bag got these n*ggas actin violent
Click clack blaow, my whole squad on that wild sh*t
n*ggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
n*ggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it

[Verse 2]
Hey whats the world coming to with Clint Huxtable rapping b*tches
In the city wave a flag just to show you they’re hate for n*ggas
Im just trying to get some great head and pay some bills
sh*t on rappers over ill beats and make some mills
A n*ggas cryponite a fetish for tennis shoes
You’re b*tch too she blew me in the pool for some jimmy chews
Labels f*ckin n*ggas ass raw without any lube
And Euro throwing triple gold ds on a mini coup, damn
Im just a n*gga in Paris, spending mortgage on some Gucci dammit J you so careless
I get home and I now feel so embarrassed
My wife like where that mortgage money I’m like b*tch its in Paris, listen
Disturbed Suburban house n*ggas, white b*tches give me half off at urban outfitters
Imma chip off the old block the money turn em evil
b*tch Im always goin in like a hyporthermic needle

[Hook]
You know my style b*tch
So fly n*ggas thought I was the stylist
For that money bag got these n*ggas actin violent
Click clack blaow, my whole squad on that wild sh*t
n*ggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
n*ggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
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