tiffane love – my style كلمات اغاني
verse 1
come on, tiffane on the beat , who f_ckin wit me ( who f_ckin with me?)
i hear they talking down on the chick, like ya girl ain’t really with the sh_t
i go from tiffane love, to tiffane gass em, smoke em on the mic then i pass em
yall need to stop with all this chit chatter, cause most of you motherf_ckas dont matter
got my name all up in the mix, most of these b_tch ass n_ggas talking sh_t. when i step on the
scene. (uh) man i ain’t gotta say a d_mn thing, they know what it is, yada, tiff give em the biz
hook
tell me why they biting my stylе
(tell me, tell mе, tell me)
tell me why i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me)
tell me why they biting my style
(tell me , tell me, tell me
tell me how i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me aye
verse 2
i move how i move, i stay laid back
just chillin, minding my business, but ill light some sh_t up n_gga, yea uh
and god is my witness. ain’t no time to play with the game, im switching lanes
everybody know my name, i ain’t the same. i gotta get this paper, yall can keep the change
i been doing this sh_t. these broads tryna take whats mine. knowing they watching me half
the time, ( straight bitin my style) taking bits and pieces but i eat em up like reeses on the
mic cause im far from a dyk_ but like a bike ill ride on yo ass. quit throwin stones when yo
house made of glass, man these m_th_f_ckers make me laugh
hook
tell me why they biting my style
(tell me, tell me, tell me)
tell me why i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me)
tell me why they biting my style
(tell me , tell me, tell me
tell me how i make em go wild
(tell me, tell me, tell me aye
verse 3
me worried?, nah never that, i’m still spittin that heat. i ain’t never left
i keep comin with hits, got yall comin back. everybody know when i touch the mic its a wrap
cute and petite, thats how i roll, i stay solo keep it solid, dont f_ck with them hoes
straight thuggin it out, screaming f_ck my foes comin from the west west west westcoast
who you know doing it better, got my eyes on the prize prayed up suited for battle
ain’t no turning back, i gotta keep going, got the world on my shoulders, the lord knowing
fall down two times, get up again. gotta keep my head up, i was meant to win and keep my
distance from these snakes, man we ain’t friends
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