Stylin’ Lyrics
Y'all can call me Styles Davis, the way I'm stylin' on 'em, ya dig?
Aw, man, I'm startin' to laugh
Ev'rybody sweatin' me like I'm runnin' the block
Let myself back in like a pick of the lock
You betta buy my stock
'Cuz this is only the start
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Now look like a hawk
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This ain't a walk in the park
I'll brush you right off
Like you rode in the ...
I only sing dope songs, I don't even talk, so
Drivin' down the block, feelin' like a boss, I'm on one
John Lennon shades, ticket-day parade: here I come
When I touch down, red carpet come out, right to the limousine
Hey, man, we jus' messin' aroun'
Where'd you get your player-hater's degree, huh?