Your Style

[Intro: Troy Ave]

See, now I went to the club and I ran into this girl

And she was telling bout how she feel and everything

Her name was New York

But she said, "Troy listen"

[Pre-Chorus: Troy Ave]

She said yo' new shit pumpin'; you make us so proud

We’ve been wantin something this good for a while

But I’m not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face

Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist

And you know

[Chorus: Troy Ave]

She like my style; she like my flows

It ain’t no chuck involved; she knows

I came so far from dealin' blow

Been on my grind, and now it shows

Ain’t nobody 'round who sound like this

We ain’t the same; they rode that dick

Fuck them lames; get down with this

Pop Champagne; girl shake yo' hips

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]

Wife beater with the cake

She got the long hair - ain’t nothing fake

All blue thong with the stars on it

Layin' in my bed and she all on it

Rewind back, before I grind the cat

Two steppi'n in the club with my dogs all strapped

There for dough, playin' with the bitches

A flashy young nigga before we took the pictures

I can take ya number, can’t be ya man

But you can act like it in ya Instagram

I like flippin' grams and you like me

And if you into getting money, baby you like me

Come on, I’m out here; sound the alarm

I heard one good girl is worth a thousand whores

One good song is worth a thousand tours

So before I leave, proceed wit' yo' boy

[Pre-Chorus: Troy Ave]

She said yo' new shit pumpin'; you make us so proud

We’ve been wantin something this good for a while

But I’m not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face

Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist

And you know

[Chorus: Troy Ave]

She like my style; she like my flows

It ain’t no chuck involved; she knows

I came so far from dealin' blow

Been on my grind, and now it shows

Ain’t nobody 'round who sound like this

We ain’t the same; they rode that dick

Fuck them lames; get down with this

Pop Champagne; girl shake yo' hips

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

Shorty got a thing for me; it’s only right I slide with her

Spoil with money ice, and there was G’s there sayin'

Poppin' like I’m celebratin'; spend a week in the pane

Next two cities, I’m a sleep on the plane

One time for keeping it real

Still in yo' heart where you stay

Liftin' yo' feet up, like the marksman I aim to leave 'em

Sometimes for all these non-believers; now we even

I think your run is a public of line up out of the seasons

You’re beside me for a reason

Come check the breeze out with the flyest nigga breathing

Everything here is mine for keeping

I see you’re reaching

You want that vibe back

Bodies on my NY hat, gotta be in my Palm rap still

Catch a contact, chill

Gather yo mind back

We in from the gutter baby, hard to out shine that

New faces every morning, I recover

Feeling like we never knew each other

[Pre-Chorus: Troy Ave]

She said yo' new shit pumpin'; you make us so proud

We’ve been wantin something this good for a while

But I’m not fooled by both them dimples on yo' face

Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist

And you know

[Chorus: Troy Ave]

She like my style; she like my flows

It ain’t no chuck involved; she knows

I came so far from dealin' blow

Been on my grind, and now it shows

Ain’t nobody 'round who sound like this

We ain’t the same; they rode that dick

Fuck them lames; get down with this

Pop Champagne; girl shake yo' hips