Giggs – 100 STYLE (feat. Buck) Lyrics

Giggs – 100 STYLE (feat. Buck) Lyrics
100 STYLE
Giggs (feat. Buck)
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    "100 STYLE." - Giggs (feat. Buck)

    Album: Str8 Murkin'
    Track No: 06
    You know, you know
    Buck, ah, shit fam
    You said it's been about four years, cuz
    What you saying fam
    My advice, don't boot air
    To rap, Jude's been bugging me all year
    I'm on the righteous vibe, I'm all ears
    But if you violate, I might forgive the all clear
    Tryna avoid shots lickin'
    'Cause we ain't really down with the politickin'
    Can't if dude's got me trippin'
    I'm with my ninjas, free words, oh, yeah, grippin'
    It's all garbage, bag of chat
    Gigs like butt, manage me, you don't have to rap
    I ain't down with that wack fame
    Buck, bout to go Diddy on this rap game
    Went from stabbings, brothers tryna lunge at me
    To doin' films with Big Muck out in Hungary
    Through the back door I slipped in, thought I just starred in it
    Nah, I wrote the film, Victim
    Effortless, Shut, and won't mention YMC
    Bottoms and some two tone Grensons
    Stylish, flash bod
    Sushi sama conversatin' over black cod
    It's like Shakespeare, Macbeth
    Kick ass too, my **** play Black Death
    Come a long way from pushin' that loud
    I'm on the red carpet with Muslim Bilal
    One ****, three chicks
    Woolly Hood shoutin' out Free Fix
    Old school nanks out thirstin'
    No rest for the wicked, up first thing
    Mic burstin', **** up puttin' that work in
    And my lawyers just puttin' that perk in
    I thought I might bring it in person
    Confirming that chauffeur
    Watch this bread just burnin' that toaster
    YG's posted servin' that poker
    Watch that ting short skirtin' that sofa
    Mic turn the man over
    No blackjack when man's turnin' that choker
    Back of the whip just turnin' up Oprah
    Box on the phone confirm it's kosher
    Few little improvements
    You should take note, these **** on movements
    How can they teach when **** just students
    Some **** smokin', man they're just users
    Man, **** just clueless
    **** ain't sick, man **** just flueless
    **** get nasty, spittin' this mucus
    **** you should feel privileged, this is exclusive
    Talkin' bout **** included
    You ain't invited, this is intrusive
    **** so rude and you ain't been through shit
    **** went boom and blew up since Unit

    Writer(s): Nathaniel Thompson.

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