Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi trovare il testo della canzone Style & Pattern, artista - Miss LaFamiliaData di rilascio: 11.04.2021
Limiti di età: 18+
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Style & Pattern |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Lord know |
| DTG |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Know |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I’m a real boss lady, I’m moves |
| I was up late night, tryna make my cake right, never walk a mile in my shoes |
| You was on date night, I was serving great whites, finesse the trap, |
| that’s a real money move |
| Ay, and I ain’t no Cardi, I grew up nasty, I had to choose |
| Nothing ain’t sweet in Birmingham town, just know it goes down, just check the |
| news |
| Uh, niggas call me for the one drop, call me Griselda, I’ve got the |
| Answer the Lyca, link behind Topshop |
| I was in the drop-top, summertime, hot rocks, don’t stop |
| Ends on flames so I had to switch lanes, Jakes dem try make the fun stop |
| Nothing to gain but myself to blame, I guess it’s the game I was knee-deep on |
| top |
| Uh, and this shit gets better |
| Silence with spinners, we holding Berettas |
| Hot on the roads so I roll with my wetter |
| Bitches don’t try me, them problems all get her |
| Queen of the town and my drip game icy |
| I’m not surprised that these bitches don’t like me |
| Whipping the Pyrex, food come pricey |
| Trapped in the bando with roaches and mices |
| Style and pattern |
| We make tings move, whoosh |
| I might go Hatton |
| And make my neck flood |
| We don’t do chatting |
| That’s not in the text book |
| Don’t mean to be bragging |
| But I think I’m next up |
| Style and pattern |
| We make tings move, whoosh |
| I might go Hatton |
| And make my neck flood |
| We don’t do chatting |
| That’s not in the text book |
| Don’t mean to be bragging |
| But I think I’m next up |
| I’ma diss everything that’ll stand in my way |
| If you think you’ve got it then come we go play |
| Don’t miss the days I was |
| But I’ve seen the storm and I brightened the day |
| And the packs dem coming like parcels |
| Phone line blazing, giving out bargains |
| Fed stopped the whip and he stare at my tits |
| No further action, the dirty bastard |
| Uh, left two packs with Suzie |
| Went 'bout my business, told her 'Don't lose it' |
| Cats expensive choosey |
| They’re staying loyal, they’re copping my foodies |
| Admit I’m not perfect, I’ve made it worth it |
| I’ma stay real 'til I die in my grave |
| Holding it down and I’m clearing the circuit |
| I cannot let a bitch jump on my wave |
| Uh, and this shit gets better |
| Silence with spinners, we holding Berettas |
| Hot on the roads so I roll with my wetter |
| Bitches don’t try me, them problems all get her |
| Queen of the town and my drip game icy |
| I’m not surprised that these bitches don’t like me |
| Whipping the Pyrex, food come pricey |
| Trapped in the bando with roaches and mices |
| Style and pattern |
| We make tings move, whoosh |
| I might go Hatton |
| And make my neck flood |
| We don’t do chatting |
| That’s not in the text book |
| Don’t mean to be bragging |
| But I think I’m next up |
| Style and pattern |
| We make tings move, whoosh |
| I might go Hatton |
| And make my neck flood |
| We don’t do chatting |
| That’s not in the text book |
| Don’t mean to be bragging |
| But I think I’m next up |