Lil Boosie

Lil Boosie - Dont Know My Style

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[Intro]

Don’t know my style

Yea, aha, aha, warrup homie?

They ain’t ready for this shit, man

Big Wayne on the track nigga

[Hook]

Niggas don’t know my style

Bitches lame as niggas don’t know my style

Niggas don’t know my style

Juvenile was a problem child

Niggas don’t know my style

Juvenile was a problem child

Knew the course but the force was wild

Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style

[Verse1]

Again to see find your folds

In a room full of niggas, tryna hide your hoes

Getting high off Buddha cuz the trunk is slow

I keep my mind on dough, you never find me close

And who’s me? A nigga livin’ life like a dream

And that artillery, keep the niggas off of me

I can’t sleep, nothing in these wicked times repeat

Niggas after me cuz they see I’m stackin’ cheese

You can halla if you want to

Please, I ain’t runnin’ with no punks through

Enemies and my rang is on

You’re in the danger zone, my fucking game is on

You suckaz better find your mind

I’ve got mine from hustling and busting the rhymes

To my niggas in the hood and down the rykers ave

Stay wild but a nigga got a huge style

[Hook]

Niggas don’t know my style

Bitches lame as niggas don’t know my style

Niggas don’t know my style

Juvenile was a problem child

Niggas don’t know my style

Juvenile was a problem child

Knew the course but the force was wild

Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style

[Verse 2]

Getting that lean in the Cayman, thinking ‘bout my cannon

Mind of a maniac so I stay looking for fiber

FED tryna take my soul, sometimes don’t know which way to go

Niggas snatched up COs, got nothing to share, them kids blow

So I drive my get, drive a bitch

I shoot – the get the leave on

50 CDs like kids from backroom to Dita

Well how they pull in the key? Street smarts, no GED

The hood relate to me, lot of me tell me 2 PAC

Double slam, push in the air

Low key and my rental car

Get me to trap, thing on my lap

Face to face to my phone tab

Bang 2 with a CTS

Hood hood I was getting cheddar

Rap my ass off but I’mma keep it real, I cook better

Get too low 200 months, and we smoke 200 blunts

I wiff a rap I be indited that’s why bitches don’t like me

Still that same old track pull

Puff puff pass in the backboard

Some find this back board

Let’s get this running, VAC

[Hook]

Niggas don’t know my style

Bitches lame as niggas don’t know my style

Niggas don’t know my style

Juvenile was a problem child

Niggas don’t know my style

Juvenile was a problem child

Knew the course but the force was wild

Bitches made that, niggas don’t know my style

[Outro]

Don’t know my style

Wuddup Big Homie? Man I really appreciate it

Big Wayne on the track nigga.

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