Styles P - Snakeskin Down lyrics

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Styles P - Snakeskin Down lyrics

[Verse 1: LA The Darkman] I rock my Gucci bucket like f** it with a moscat Got a RnB broad with me like LeToya Luckett Pull it out, she s** it, she know the routine In the back of the Phantom with the tantum, riding clean Four karat pinky ring, better recognize a don I quarterback the bricks with a Tom Brady arm Coach like velvet check, even though I write the check From n***as worldwide, got undivided respect Different flavors of (?), hoes can gratulate us Having them dancing in the mansion, keep a pistol for you haters Taking the Escalader up the road to success When it come to traffic and coke, n***a, I'm the best Way down in Texas, they know the name LA I always got work, n***a, even when it's dry Take an eye for an eye, boy, that's no lie You ever cross me wrong, somebody gone die [Verse 2: Styles P] Snakeskin down to the floor, but they're Air Ones Diamonds on the hand, (?) hammer that's a rare gun Hundred worth of weed, that's a blunt in each hand, son I don't floss much, I be in the cut bossed up Hitting the Dutch, whipping the sauce up (you know) But when I ate bird I bought duck, fifteen hundred the plate I've been straight, little n***a, you caught up Snakeskin fitted too, I ain't gotta rap I can bag of a brick of the shake of the digital Styles P, Bun B, believe you ain't critical Don Juan talking, it's preaching, but it ain't biblical Yeah, and the drama is all visual You ain't affiliated with the affiliates Just cut out the silly sh**, n***a, you just miserable Got a cannon that'll make you invinsible b**h a** trick, make a million it'll be a miracle [Verse 3: Bun B] And no it ain't been it style Bubble kush, send it with them window tinted And that's how we represent it, no lease, no borrow If you see me in it today, you see it tomorrow I got no sorrow for haters, no sympathy for he tbroad f** n***as want redemption, then get it from the Lord Jesus loves, and God forgives But a trill a** n***a's coming back for his I can't say it no plainer or write it more clear You might be on another level, b**h, but you ain't here It take more than the chains, more than cars and clothes How you a millionaire with five dollar hoes? Keep it trill, pimping, you know how it goes