Jarren Benton - The Stylist lyrics
[Jarren Benton - The Stylist lyrics]
I whipped the beamer out in
Vegas yelling 2Pac back
Bitch, I'm a problem what the fuck
Can niggas do bout that
These rappers too funny
Bitches say I change cause I got new money
I through a stack at that hoe
And tell her go do laundry
Fucking deranged money stuffed in the bank
The Mink coat killa got PETA
Throwing buckets of paint ah fuck it
I make a fashion statement on the red carpet
You fuck with my mine and
Get your head target
I take em back in a book with
Egg cartons get your head carved in
I write my words past the red margin, fuck it
Whores give me neck, tyrannosaurus rex
I'm a monster I peel off
In the vintage orange vet
You know how the god do it
Cotton money Bumpin y’s to it
J lurk the block for the crack
Niggas dodge Buicks
Sloppy hoes wanna know what I gross
Cause, I fall off in the bitch
Just like king jockin Joe
You know my style bitch
So fly niggas thought I was the stylist
For that money bag got
These niggas actin violent
Click clack blaow
My whole squad on that wild shit
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
Hey whats the world coming to
With Clint Huxtable rapping bitches
In the city wave a flag just to
Show you they’re hate for niggas
Im just trying to get some great
Head and pay some bills
Shit on rappers over ill beats
And make some mills
A niggas cryponite a fetish for tennis shoes
You’re bitch too she blew me in
The pool for some jimmy chews
Labels fuckin niggas ass raw without any lube
And Euro throwing triple gold ds
On a mini coup, damn
Im just a nigga in Paris
Spending mortgage on some Gucci dammit
J you so careless
I get home and I now feel so embarrassed
My wife like where that mortgage money
I’m like bitch it's in Paris, listen
Disturbed Suburban house niggas
White bitches give me half
Off at urban outfitters
Imma chip off the old block
The money turn em evil
Bitch Im always goin in
Like a hyporthermic needle
You know my style bitch
So fly niggas thought I was the stylist
For that money bag got
These niggas actin violent
Click clack blaow
My whole squad on that wild shit
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
Vegas yelling 2Pac back
Bitch, I'm a problem what the fuck
Can niggas do bout that
These rappers too funny
Bitches say I change cause I got new money
I through a stack at that hoe
And tell her go do laundry
Fucking deranged money stuffed in the bank
The Mink coat killa got PETA
Throwing buckets of paint ah fuck it
I make a fashion statement on the red carpet
You fuck with my mine and
Get your head target
I take em back in a book with
Egg cartons get your head carved in
I write my words past the red margin, fuck it
Whores give me neck, tyrannosaurus rex
I'm a monster I peel off
In the vintage orange vet
You know how the god do it
Cotton money Bumpin y’s to it
J lurk the block for the crack
Niggas dodge Buicks
Sloppy hoes wanna know what I gross
Cause, I fall off in the bitch
Just like king jockin Joe
You know my style bitch
So fly niggas thought I was the stylist
For that money bag got
These niggas actin violent
Click clack blaow
My whole squad on that wild shit
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
Hey whats the world coming to
With Clint Huxtable rapping bitches
In the city wave a flag just to
Show you they’re hate for niggas
Im just trying to get some great
Head and pay some bills
Shit on rappers over ill beats
And make some mills
A niggas cryponite a fetish for tennis shoes
You’re bitch too she blew me in
The pool for some jimmy chews
Labels fuckin niggas ass raw without any lube
And Euro throwing triple gold ds
On a mini coup, damn
Im just a nigga in Paris
Spending mortgage on some Gucci dammit
J you so careless
I get home and I now feel so embarrassed
My wife like where that mortgage money
I’m like bitch it's in Paris, listen
Disturbed Suburban house niggas
White bitches give me half
Off at urban outfitters
Imma chip off the old block
The money turn em evil
Bitch Im always goin in
Like a hyporthermic needle
You know my style bitch
So fly niggas thought I was the stylist
For that money bag got
These niggas actin violent
Click clack blaow
My whole squad on that wild shit
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it
Niggas know how i do it
Yea you know how I do it