Araab Styles - Styles P

Yea Poovs

Turn the vision on these niggas

Arab, this shit is crack, Duke salute

My eyes on the prize

Phantom but not at the opera

Phantom death of the doctor

Shorty a shopper, he ain’t gunning the whole

Yea, but never was fropper, certified

Hop up in the whip, you went under, take the murder ride

Rolling with that Predorians, Cubans, coke emporium

Came up, doing G shit real, gangsta historian

I’m a gangsta on the real my nigga

I never squeal and I never do no sucker shit

Go out on my shell (I go out)

Shoot my brains out, shoot my heart out

Catch me at the juice bar, pourin a little bok out

Catch me on the mike, just give it a little spark

I’m electrified and you’re petrified

Niggas buggin me, spray a little pesticide

I take face shots, you could put the vest aside

No need for em bloody, you gon bleed for em

You gon be the one to hold his dick when you pee for him

Cuz he paralyzed, look at the barrel size

And I ain’t buyin that gangsta shit you advertise (I ain’t buyin it)

You a fix or a problem?

Kill em in Yonkers and dump the body in Harlem

I’m despicable, with a hole in revolver

Ask the shooter or a carver if the ghost is the hardest

The answer’s always yes

So you could fuck around cuz it’s always death, wuddup?

Yea, shit be a hug lemme just pop a little shit right here though

You niggas is nowhere near ready

I can’t even figure me out

Every rapper reppin the say, I know they pussy though

Take my knife, stick it up in ‘em like they a pussy hole

Yea I been the boss but ain’t my cars all affordable

And the hoopty playin verbal intercourse

Figure it out

A Sal Thorpes when I’m reeling up

Cuz I don’t mean the ball court when I say these D-in up (they D-in up)

I break the laws, fuck the chord a low

Penny never seen with a dime or a quarter so

And I’d rather die before, dime on court to yall

But you could get killed for your motherfuckin Audemar (get killed nigga)

But I ain’t got time for time

Dancing in the shadows of the shadows, look time to shine

I take the digits though, you don’t take the picture nigga

I’m Samsung, lil nigga you Vizio

I’m a better show and a better sound

You don’t get the picture for the paper, spread the love around

Fuck everything Poovs

I ain’t even wanna sign off

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