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letra de my style - tiffane love

verse 1
come on, tiffane on the beat , who f-ckin wit me ( who f-ckin with me?)
i hear they talking down on the chick, like ya girl ain’t really with the sh-t
i go from tiffane love, to tiffane gass em, smoke em on the mic then i pass em
yall need to stop with all this chit chatter, cause most of you motherf-ckas dont matter
got my name all up in the mix, most of these b-tch ass n-ggas talking sh-t. when i step on the
scene. (uh) man i ain’t gotta say a d-mn thing, they know what it is, yada, tiff give em the biz

hook
tell me why they biting my stylе
(tell me, tell mе, tell me)
tell me why i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me)

tell me why they biting my style
(tell me , tell me, tell me
tell me how i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me aye

verse 2
i move how i move, i stay laid back
just chillin, minding my business, but ill light some sh-t up n-gga, yea uh
and god is my witness. ain’t no time to play with the game, im switching lanes
everybody know my name, i ain’t the same. i gotta get this paper, yall can keep the change
i been doing this sh-t. these broads tryna take whats mine. knowing they watching me half
the time, ( straight bitin my style) taking bits and pieces but i eat em up like reeses on the
mic cause im far from a dyk- but like a bike ill ride on yo ass. quit throwin stones when yo
house made of glass, man these m-th-f-ckers make me laugh
hook
tell me why they biting my style
(tell me, tell me, tell me)
tell me why i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me)

tell me why they biting my style
(tell me , tell me, tell me
tell me how i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me aye

verse 3
me worried?, nah never that, i’m still spittin that heat. i ain’t never left
i keep comin with hits, got yall comin back. everybody know when i touch the mic its a wrap
cute and petite, thats how i roll, i stay solo keep it solid, dont f-ck with them hoes
straight thuggin it out, screaming f-ck my foes comin from the west west west westcoast
who you know doing it better, got my eyes on the prize prayed up suited for battle
ain’t no turning back, i gotta keep going, got the world on my shoulders, the lord knowing
fall down two times, get up again. gotta keep my head up, i was meant to win and keep my
distance from these snakes, man we ain’t friends

- tiffane love

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