Curren$y - Who Styled Ya Lyrics
Thou shall not front on real shitAww hellFace a thousand deathsFrom Mr. Spit ViciousI go hard like concrete floorsMake *****es legs open like lambo doorsUp, OutNigga rock the first season DBC to Mr. ChowMy ghetto chick orderin food she cant pronounceEat mama Let it stick to your ribsBut no picsTell your friends bout the shit that we didCuz I cant have no evidenceOf me hangin with other chicksFloatin roundWifey tryna fight me on some Springer shitIt's Curren$yOr you can call me Mr. Clean KicksMy day job consists of business firstAnd video gamesBong hits and pullin skirtsVacationing month long tripsScamp of the EarthI'm tryna find what anyAll do was in search ofWas it loveNot shoBut I knowThat ya man Hot Spitta aintOne of these niggas whoDon't know how to dressSo they swagga jack JiggaWait to see him on stage wit it Then they internet shop until they get itI saw they same thing happen to meNiggas laughed at my SteezNow they wearin DC'sFashion misfitsI'm fashion giftedYou niggas Boo BooFind YogiCrash a picnicSpitta, yea
