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letra de stylist - jay magnificent

[verse 1]
i’m fly widdit
all these b-tches gone ride with me
and vibe with me
yeah, you know i’m gone ride
baby, girl you god given
always say you the truth
shawty, ain’t no lies widdit
let’s take a chance widdit
yeah, ride with me
yeah i got it like that
superficial flow, gotta hit her with the mac
already to the west side to get down
had her ass crying when i hit it from the back
this ain’t never no cap
i don’t ever cap in my rap
all the sh-t that i say true
all the sh-t that i spit facts
all these n-ggas wanna hate on the young n-gga
keep that sh-t coming ’til i make it
number one n-gga
every god d-mn day, i run this sh-t up
h-ll nah, neva been a dumb n-gga
don’t even know why they wanna hate
but it’s cool that sh-t motive
smokin’ woods all the way to the bank
23 counting racks, what you thank?
gotta lotta sh-t to prove with this sh-t
everybody that’s depending on this sh-t
just watch, i’ma take over the world with this sh-t
motherf-ckers say the rap game ain’t made for the kid
b-tch, shut yo ass up
you just lazy
b-tch, i ball hard, yeah mcgrady
f-ck yo b-tch, head game brazy
make a movie wit a scorsese
i don’t got time for these hoes
so i tom ford ’em on a daily
i ain’t even gotta pro (uh)
girl, we already know
yo’ friend told me
that she wanna f-ck on the low
but i told yo’ ass to bag back
i ain’t got time for that hoe
so i say (uh)
[chorus]
stylist
fresh n-gga, got no stylist
i’m lookin’ at that lil’ b-tch
i see that she gotta h-lla mileage
so i’m finna back off
she see the racks, she popped off
let her know, “i’m bossed up, can’t f-ck with you ’cause you capped off”
and i’m that n-gga
now let me remember
i remember days i was broke and had to break down that swisher
i told myself “f-ck all that sh-t, b-tch, i gotta go it”
yeah, i’m a young go getter
yeah, i’m a young go getter
f-ck all these n-ggas that hatin’ on, kel, what you say ’bout a young, young, young, young n-gga (ay)

[verse 2]
young n-gga, young n-gga just ball
ain’t sh-t a f-ck n-gga can say to me
told y’all i would do it all
old hoes singing out wish it wasn’t me
i don’t give no f-ck at all
you had yo’ chance, let it go to waste
everyone say that i’m a dog
roof, yeah, b-tch okay
yeah, i’m off the leash
shawty on the low, say she wanna f-ck with me
luckily, i was in a different mood that time
so i had nutted in her sheets
no cap
god d-mn
she nasty and she love that
can’t dispose of her
gotta keep ha’ around but don’t fall in love yet
no time to relapse on these hoes
i ain’t got nothing but hard ‘d’ for these hoes
i go hard in the paint
yeah, i’m flexin’ like i’m d rose
just wait, i’m tappin’ into that mode
i’m ’bout to lose all my control
when this sh-t drop, it ain’t safe
put these weak n-ggas in they place
[outro]
’cause i got no stylist
young n-ggas out here grind’n
yeah, you know, i’m gotti
god given, it’s a body
and she know she finer
than a plate of fine china
shake that ass in a circle
i love to get behind her
but she know a young n-gga on my grind
and i don’t got time, to be out here wastin’ time
so if you gone f-ck wit’ me, sure than that be fine
but baby girl, i gotta know that you gone ride (ride, ride, ride)

- jay magnificent

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