play that I sent you bitches to the morgue with two holes in your head, no remorse Why you think my niggas call me the boss 'cause I be dressed up in
is the fitted, bitches love my hair Camo shorts go with anythin' I wanna wear They let me in the club, fuck a dress code Me and all my niggas rollin
walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm, flood want it, Flocka yeah Throw it fuck it I dont care dresses
a glass shopper I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper I ain't a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more To bring your boy to Singapore My dress code
street volume up to ten I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P. I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm makin' the
in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, yous a liar And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva) What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
on the corner so won't speak it out my mouth Respect and got the money son, that's all that it's about No doubt, silence of code, violence of mode Under
stay local See I'm a do what I'm supposed to If I would of known you was sinkin I would of bin by coastals Even if I gotta dress up and knock on your
soon deny I hear if you make friends With Jesus Christ You will get right up From that chalk outline And then you'll get dolled up And you'll dress
question my life in the fast lane no wonder they put some gossip next to my name hating them closer im laying them not far maybe 'cos my dress codes
The dope boys (MIA, what's up?) The dope boys in the building Yeah, what's up? So roll that coke, white carpet to the hood It's the dope boys reunion, the dress code
Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code When something caught his eye he'd
Here it is, I'm heaven sent, living in hell All seeing eye in hand of the pyramids and keep watching Out for the death while the beats knocking Plot by the devil in a blue dress
natural action play the [Incomprehensible] We gettin' at you and we don't want to rap to you It's not culture, it's not a code of La Costra Nostra to
want me to start tattlin' All upon the stage because y'all snakes keep rattlin' Bitch, you ain't got nothin' on the rich Every other day my whole dress code
They live next door, but he was worlds away In reality, but such a high price to pay He was easy to recognize from his dress code Nothin' but a firework
stompin' the fight I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch Fuck the dress codes,
you wanna keep your swag So you was holdin back Yo little brotha luv me He say Keeze got some fresh clothes? Yo grandmother luv me cause I always dress in dress clothes I can switch yo dress code