Nostylist song by Destroy Lonely from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Atlanta Rap, Trap, Rage music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Nostylist Meaning
| [[Chorus] Bitch, I wake up, no stylist Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit [Post-Chorus] Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I’m flyer than a pigeon Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate ’cause they don’t get it Yeah, lil’ bitch, I’m cool as fuck, and it’s paper that I’m gettin’ [Verse 1] Flyin’ across the globe, bitch, I’m gettin’ ‘chos, yeah, I’m on a money mission All that old shit over, but the old hoes still be tellin’ a nigga thеy miss him Yeah, I fuck on her, but I can’t cuff her, I won’t makе her Mrs I don’t know that boy, and I can’t tell you how he end up missin’ I can’t tell you shit Bust down my neck, bust down my wrist Bust down my bitch, bust down my bitch I’m fresh as hell, bitch, I’m fly as shit Yeah, this a Hellcat, I’m whippin’ this Shawty like, “Hell yeah,” she with the shits Shawty like, “Hell yeah,” she grab my stick Shawty like, “Hell yeah,” she grabbed my— (Shh) , [Chorus] Bitch, I wake up, no stylist Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit [Verse 2] Tell that bitch to keep it bool, and I might just let her kick it Got her wet just like a pool, I’m finna dive right in her kitty My bitch rockin’ this shit too, I buy her that, she buy me this Told my folks I’m gettin’ rich, it ain’t no way I’m washin’ dishes All the pretty hoes comin’ to my shows, man, this shit get crazy If I fuck that bitch I gotta wrap it up, don’t want no baby I’m in the SRT, Trackhawk truck, let my thot drive the Mercedes Yeah, I’m outside, nigga, don’t play with this shit, you might just die today Yeah, don’t play, nigga, don’t play Niggas say they insane, but I’m really insane Yeah, nigga stay in your lane, ’cause mine might drive you crazy Yeah, I just fucked that bitch, I didn’t know that was your bae Yeah, I just count this cash, it ain’t too much to say Yeah, I just get too fly, like, what more can I say? Yeah, she doin’ tricks on the dick, that ho Cirque du Soleil Yeah, I’m in Milan, shawty, eatin’ squid and my bitch servin’ face [Chorus] Bitch, I wake up, no stylist Fresh as fuck, I put it on, no help, I did this shit Got this fine ho, no makeup, and she still look bad as shit She in school, but it’s cool, yeah, I still might bag this bitch Diamonds flooded like a pool, yeah, my necklace wet as shit , [Post-Chorus] Rock Balenciaga too, bitch, I’m flyer than a pigeon Yeah, I stack my paper up way taller than a midget All these niggas lame as fuck, and they hate ’cause they don’t get it Yeah, lil’ bitch, I’m cool as fuck, and it’s paper that I’m gettin’] |
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