Reezyo T - my style Lyrics

Seat it
Oh, it's kinda crazy
Yeah, hm, yeah
Woke up with that thang on me
Why he acting like a big homie?
Hella muddy, got no pigs on me
Hella money, he a big homie
I got bread wit' the cheese, homie
Febreze, better squeeze, homie
Need a tissue, 'bout to sneeze, homie
And I know he ain't talking to me, homie
Like a Beyblade, I'm about to let it rip, ha
Yeah, bit off the lip
Rip off the zip
Hit then I dip
Don't want no kid with a bitch who got ticks (Oh no)
That be nasty
Lotion, 'cause I'm ashy
They wanna attack me, like (Woah)
They better pay they taxes
Dirty money all got maggots
I'm dressing up like Aladdin, huh
How the hell did you invent the door?
Lamborghini, I Aventador
Why you even mad for?
Tiger 'bout to let it roar on a nigga, on a nigga
On a, on a
I got money, independent
Working on my own and I had to pay attention
I don't talk on phones, I don't wanna be the bandit
Cut it, need a bandage
I just wanna live it, I just wanna get it
Gotta get a towel 'cause you know I'm gonna rinse it
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