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chris ony - my style lyrics

[verse 1: chris ony]

i got the flow man on the low man, best around town like im the dope man
i like c-ke man, im no joke man, no rings on me
but i’m the best man
i let my nuts hang, wild out like pootie tang, groupies gang around me like i’m they man, i like bad chicks who don’t front, and stunt
as long as they got an -ss and roll my blunts, lit and hip is burke slang, gold rang
im clean without any soap, man
god d-mn
pockets fat like terio, hop flows like mario
b-mpin that improved ony on your stereo, i got you tired as fuck and werry ho, the old one left behind like
there he go
where i’m at, i speak truth and rap, been the best in the business and i adapt
you can’t be on my level, even on a stool
drowning in pussy like black people in pools
i’m witty and nifty, i stay clean like tide, im dropping a fifty, i’m rollin in my ride
coolin like ac, these fakes don’t know me, remember the name when you say
chris ony
she give good head, she give good brain, shining like a gold chain, im dodgin lames
i’ve been the mane, i can spot fake a mile away, another day another dollar
that’s what i say
fuckin hoes on a regular, that’s my hobby, chilled with groupie hoes by the post lobby
this chick a freak, her name was robby, you all cats since y’all try to copy
my style, that be the greatest, my style, that be the latest
rockin joggers and new pair of mids, i cross fake hoes like ronaldo in madrid
can’t i just live?

[verse 2: chris ony]

i’ve been the man since hawaii became a state, my bad if yo chick says her period comin late
im trying to ball out all in like bill gates i got leaf piled up without a rake
i’m fly and high like superman on weed, all out until i die, moneys all i read
pretty girl text me, she trynna meet up, she says we just chillin, i’m trynna bust a nut, i’m a top dollar dude
and i stay cl-ssy
money stay fat like that white girl c-ssie, who needs a lighter
when you’re spitting fire
if i dont spit greatness, i’d be a lier
imma hit the hay for a little bit
imma fuck yo b-tch for a little bit
imma smoke her out for a little bit
imma do me bigger then you little shits
nah its all fun and games, i know i’m stuntin hard, i don’t need a chain
this is picture perfect without a frame
you will not forget me like i was hit by planes, its so childish, when she deep throat
tried to file this, like gambino, i rock hard, that’s what i pledge
i rock hard, like stonehenge
you sleeping on me, but i’m king size, this is the fall out, but the start of my rise
i want that 2pac, i want all eyes
on me, i’m friendly but not to lies, you soft like a pillow, im smithin like a willow
i’m big like a cello, i’m ballin like i’m melo
my bros stay grinding 24/7, i’m working all day 7/11

- chris ony lyrics

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