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Our Style

 

Our Style


My baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always fight till it's dawn
Make up the songs that I play
But that's just our style and we know
My baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always talk till it's gone
Laugh long at things that she say
But that's just our style and we know

Started from the bottom like Ramona
Remember them old days I handed you my diploma
And now I'm feeling good we B-siding Coronas
My friends they keep on rapping while haters slide up their boners
Been banging since '92
Kindergarten to daydream
Tell me this shit go harder than something out of the mainstream
Tell me this shit go hotter than rolling up in a sauna
Believe we gone make it
That's word back to my mamma
Like dayum when I be rappin I'm blacker than Obama
And dealin with more money, more money bring more drama
We sing it all like this

Baby I love the way you play my music all on the floor
(On the floor)
I tell you now girl what's my secret, I just, I just got to know
(I just got to know)
We all wrong, in the long run

My baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always fight till its dawn
Make up the songs that I play
But that's just our style and we know
My baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always talk till it's gone
Laugh long at things that she say
But that's just our style and we know

Got some beef like you co-sign the deli
Loving them happy days I go Fonzarelli
Told ya
Sun shining out the front door, beaming
Had a real good day, trying to have one more
Dreaming 'bout opportunities
Flashing lights and cities of gold
Breast signing everyday them titties are old
The best signing all them records and coming alive
Fan told me I made it far never would blow it
Flying to Europe and I can bet you never arrive
That's how we feeling
So check the records baby we open paychecks in the mail
My girl need those
375's Spend it on new clothes
(New clothes)
We'd have a Levi
Smoking on that who knows
Free melody rides banging in the pluto
So bump my shit with them two hoes
Singing it like this

My baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always fight till its dawn
Make up the songs that I play
But that's just our style and we know
My baby leave the light on
She never knows what I say
We always talk till it's gone
Laugh long at things that she say
But that's just our style and we know

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