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Your Style (feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Lito)

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Your Style (feat. Lloyd Banks & Young Lito) was released on April 8, 2014 by BSB Records / EMPIRE as a part of the album Your Style (Extended Mix) - Single

Song Details

AlbumYour Style (Extended Mix) - Single

Release DateApril 8, 2014

LabelBSB Records / EMPIRE

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM95

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Troy Ave

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Mase

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Chase N Cashe

Producer

Lyrics

See now went to the club and I ran into this girl

And she was telling me about how she feel and everything

Her name was New York

But she said Troy listen

She said your new **** pumpin', you make us so proud

We've been wanting something this good for a while

But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face

'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo' waist

And you know

She like my style, she like my flows

It ain't no chuck involved, she knows

I came so far from dealin' blow

Been on my grind, and now it shows

Ain't nobody 'round who sound like this

We ain't the same, they rode that ****

**** them lames, get down with this

Pop champagne, girl shake your hips

She got the long hair, ain't nothing fake

Flute glass full of birthday check

All blue thong with the stars on it

Layin' in my bed and she all on it

Rewind back, before I grind the cat

Two steppin' in the club with my dogs, all strapped

There for dough, playing with the ****

A flashy young **** before we took the pictures

I can take your number, can't be your man

But you can act like you didn't get Instagrams

I like flippin' grams and you like me

And if you into gettin' money baby, you'd like me

Come on, **** , the sound of you low

I heard one good girl is worth a thousand whores

One good song is worth a thousand tours

So before I leave, proceeded wit' yo boy

Said yo' music pumpin', you make us so proud

We've been wanting something this good for a while

But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face

'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo' waist

And you know

She like my style, she like my flows

It ain't no chuck involved, she knows

I came so far from dealin' blow

Been on my grind, and now it shows

It ain't nobody sound like this

We ain't the same, they rode that ****

**** them lames, get down with this

Pop champagne, girl shake your hips

Hips, hips

Shorty got a thing for me, it's only right I slide with her

Spoil with money eyes, and yeah with G it's the same

Poppin' like I'm celebratin', spend a week in the pane

Mix them cities up and sleep on the plane

One time for keepin' it real

Still in your heart where you stand

Liftin' your feet up, like the marksman I am, to leave 'em

Two times for any non-believers, now we even

I think your run is a ****, a line up out of the seasons

You're beside me for a reason

Come check the breeze out with the flyest **** breathing

Everything here is mine for keepin'

I see you reachin', you want that vibe back

Bodies on my NY hat, gotta be in my prime rap still

Catch a contact, chill, gather yo' mind back

We in from the gutter baby, hard to outshine that

New faces every morning, I recover

Feelin' like we never knew each other

She said your new **** pumpin', you make us so proud

We've been wanting something this good for a while

But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face

'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo' waist

And you know

She like my style, she like my flows

It ain't no chuck involved, she knows

I came so far from dealin' blow

Been on my grind, and now it shows

And ain't no body sound like this

We ain't the same, they rode that ****

**** them lames, get down with this

Pop champagne, girl shake your hips

Hips, hips, hips

That NY sound

Check it out, check it out

Ooh, this that new N Y sound

Yeah, we puttin' down thought town

I used to put them verbs

And now the towns

But look at me now

One brick at a time, on the road to get mine

Spit a body them rounds, now the hustle can bounce

Pop and killin' these ****, I done stayed on my grind

Motivated by money and putting on time

You get busy, these other **** miss me

They calling me Young J, the call me the new fifty

Coming with you, on the set bro, let's tote

Who the **** I'm 'posed to sound like, I'm from New York

Shorty, I've got the streets in a frenzy though

I bought the spot like that, you should thank me, no?

And if you don't, then we know you a hater bro

A player hater, Biggie quote

I'm on the radio baby every day, that's from word

I restored the feeling, I kept up my word

A new sheriff in town, the chuck is over

BSB roll with us, or you get rolled over

She said your new **** pumpin', you make us so proud

We've been wanting something this good for a while

But I'm not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face

'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo' waist

And you know

She like my style, she like my flows

It ain't no chuck involved, she knows

I came so far from dealin' blow

Been on my grind, and now it shows

And ain't no body sound like this

We ain't the same, they rode that ****

**** them lames, get down with this

Pop champagne, girl shake your hips

Hips, hips, hips

Written by: Diddy, Mase, T.I.

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