Текст песни 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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Araab
Styles
Lyrics.
1 Intro
2 Araab Styles
3 I Know
4 Like That
5 Empire State High (feat. Sheek Louch)
6 Pop Out
7 Hoody Season
8 Monopolizing
9 Murda Mommy
10 Outro
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