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STYLING Video (MV)




Performed By: Skizzysotrill
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Stanley Boisrond
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Skizzysotrill - STYLING Lyrics




Designer my body, I'm stylin' Bad bitch on my dick and she drippin
Margiela on my feet when I'm steppin' My chains on my neck lookin' sunnin
Yeah, yeah I'm stylin', yeah I'm stylin' We got the same shoes you ain't gon' step
Anywhere I step, yeah I am a vet And the jet on me, they gon' bet

I'ma get the check, flip a pack, I got no regrets Feds, I don't f*ck with lame niggas
Yes, I be with the same niggas In the city, ride around with the realest niggas
I ain't gotta say it twice, I'm the trillest nigga
Niggas come around with that weird shit Since a youngin' nigga, I be on that gang shit

Yeah, pistol, I'm packin' your bitch And she f*ckin', she told me she's comin
Yeah, yeah I'm stylin', you know that I'm stylin' Your bitch said I'm different, yeah
Ain't no argument, money more important Get the bag then I'm leavin
Purple, I sip it, got green, I smoke it She told me she wanna f*ck, I m too lit , you gotta ride it

I'm fightin' on that perc, yeah I'm biting ' I'm tryin' to pull up in a wagon
Uh-huh, I get money and I flip it You see it, you get the bag and you trip it
I keep it on the low, always on the go Gotta let me know, we can't go do this on the low
Mad at me, she can't play me for a dummy Truth be told, that she thought I was a dummy

Funny, truly, I been gettin' money Bitches wanna do me, all these niggas wanna shoot me
Yeah, you know I'm stylin', man Ha-ha, that's some new shit
I got this shit from a mystery box Ha-ha, you know me, man
Yeah, yeah I'm stylin', yeah I'm stylin' Pull up in the city, fly shit like I'm pimpin

Yeah, I'm dressin', good impression Lookin' like a model, drinkin' out the bottle
My whip suicidal, smokin' on gelato For you niggas talkin' shit, just know I don't fight though
Catch me in the bando, while I'm countin' kilo With a badass mamacita and I know she loco
I don't take no photo, bitch, you not my P.O. I got a bag now, it's my time now

She wanna call now, she wanna f*ck now If you didn't know me then, bitch, you don't know me now
Designer my body, I'm stylin' Bad bitch on my dick and she drippin
Margiela on my feet when I'm steppin' My chains on my neck lookin' sunny, yeah
My chains on my neck looking sunny, yeah Margiela on my feet when I'm steppin', yeah

I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, yeah I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, yeah
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English

Designer my body, I'm stylin' Bad bitch on my dick and she drippin
Margiela on my feet when I'm steppin' My chains on my neck lookin' sunnin
Yeah, yeah I'm stylin', yeah I'm stylin' We got the same shoes you ain't gon' step
Anywhere I step, yeah I am a vet And the jet on me, they gon' bet

I'ma get the check, flip a pack, I got no regrets Feds, I don't f*ck with lame niggas
Yes, I be with the same niggas In the city, ride around with the realest niggas
I ain't gotta say it twice, I'm the trillest nigga
Niggas come around with that weird shit Since a youngin' nigga, I be on that gang shit

Yeah, pistol, I'm packin' your bitch And she f*ckin', she told me she's comin
Yeah, yeah I'm stylin', you know that I'm stylin' Your bitch said I'm different, yeah
Ain't no argument, money more important Get the bag then I'm leavin
Purple, I sip it, got green, I smoke it She told me she wanna f*ck, I m too lit , you gotta ride it

I'm fightin' on that perc, yeah I'm biting ' I'm tryin' to pull up in a wagon
Uh-huh, I get money and I flip it You see it, you get the bag and you trip it
I keep it on the low, always on the go Gotta let me know, we can't go do this on the low
Mad at me, she can't play me for a dummy Truth be told, that she thought I was a dummy

Funny, truly, I been gettin' money Bitches wanna do me, all these niggas wanna shoot me
Yeah, you know I'm stylin', man Ha-ha, that's some new shit
I got this shit from a mystery box Ha-ha, you know me, man
Yeah, yeah I'm stylin', yeah I'm stylin' Pull up in the city, fly shit like I'm pimpin

Yeah, I'm dressin', good impression Lookin' like a model, drinkin' out the bottle
My whip suicidal, smokin' on gelato For you niggas talkin' shit, just know I don't fight though
Catch me in the bando, while I'm countin' kilo With a badass mamacita and I know she loco
I don't take no photo, bitch, you not my P.O. I got a bag now, it's my time now

She wanna call now, she wanna f*ck now If you didn't know me then, bitch, you don't know me now
Designer my body, I'm stylin' Bad bitch on my dick and she drippin
Margiela on my feet when I'm steppin' My chains on my neck lookin' sunny, yeah
My chains on my neck looking sunny, yeah Margiela on my feet when I'm steppin', yeah

I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, yeah I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie
I ain't gon' lie, I ain't gon' lie, yeah
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Writer: Stanley Boisrond
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