Troy Ave - Your Style lyrics

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

And she was telling ‘bout how she feel and everything

Her name was New York

But she said, “Troy, listen”

She said your new shit pumping, 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 your face

‘Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on your 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 dealing 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 dick

Fuck them lames, get down with this

Pop champagne, girl, shake your hips

Wife beater with the cake

She got the long hair, ain’t nothing fake

All blue thong with the stars on it

Laying in my bed and she all on it

Rewind back before I grind the cat

Two stepping in the club with my dogs all strapped

There for dough, playing with the bitches

A flashy young nigga before we took the pictures

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

But you can act like it in your Instagram

I like flipping grams and you like me

And if you into getting money, baby, you like me

Come on, I’m out here, sound the alarm

I heard one good girl is worth a thousand whores

One good song is worth a thousand tours

So before I leave, proceed with your boy

She said your new shit pumping, 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 your face

‘Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on your 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 dealing blow

Been on my grind and now it shows

Ain’t nobody who sound like this

We ain’t the same, they rode that dick

Fuck them lames, get down with this

Pop champagne, girl, shake your hips

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

Spoil with money ice and there was G’s there saying

Popping like I’m celebrating, spend a week in the pane

Next two cities I’mma sleep on the plane

One time for keeping it real

Still in your heart where you stay

Lifting your feet up, like the marksman I aim to leave ‘em

Sometimes for all these non-believers, now we even

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

You’re beside me for a reason

Come check the breeze out with the flyest nigga breathing

Everything here is mine for keeping

I see you’re reaching

You want that vibe back

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

Catch a contact, chill

Gather your mind back

We in from the gutter, baby, hard to out shine that

New faces every morning, I recover

Feeling like we never knew each other

She said your new shit pumping, 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 your face

‘Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on your 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 dealing blow

Been on my grind and now it shows

Ain’t nobody who sound like this

We ain’t the same, they rode that dick

Fuck them lames, get down with this

Pop champagne, girl, shake your hips, hips