Your Style (Remix)

[Hook: Troy Ave]

She said your 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 your face

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

And you know

[Verse 1: Troy Ave]

Now all you hear is New York this, New York that

Let's keep it real motherfuckers, I brought New York back

G-Unit in the stu, Dipset too, facts stu'

I even got Ma$e and nine-five Puff on the track

[?] nine-five max

[?]Sneak diss, tweet this no replies you wack

Tables done turned like a DJ gig

Playa' hater, I ain't doin' it big?

Troy, Ave got the streets in a frenzy though

I brought the spotlight back, you should thank me no?

I'm coming up on my first, still on the flow

All my stones flawless? you see me glow

And hears what if you mad at this

You might get yourself shot, and make me fuck your bitch

Either way I'm bustin' the end of discussion

This the keymix and I'm that nigga, stop fronting

(Hook)

She said your 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 your face

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

And you know

[Verse: Diddy]

You ever made love on a G7?

Told the pilot don't stop till we see heaven

Harlem king with black features

You ever rode on white horses on black beaches

They clear ports we clear portals

Time travel, don't confuse us with mere mortals

You due slippin' we too cool for loose lippin'

Move different, pools on the roof [?] sippin'

Made your life different, blink you might miss it

Even though I hit it first time we kicked it

Who set up plays for you, who coached you in the huddle

Who's penthouse views make the ocean look like a puddle

And I love her cause shorty different

You be [?]

I'm just trying to call you my lady

I have you feeling like Harlem in the eighties

(Hook)

She said your 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 your face

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

And you know

[Verse 3: Ma$e]

Heat rooms like a thermometer

Two-forty on my odometer

I don't trick I pimp I give no gift but stick even on Hanukkah

She ask if I'm faithful, I say, "I promise ya"

If I cheat I'm triple timing ya

Cause Ma$e don't do no welfare

Pay for no health care, that's what you got Obama for

I got my CPs from CP, got my Yeezys from Yeezy

The chick with my umbrella she look like Ri-Ri

You don't believe me, you ask PD

Getting money for me too easy

I feel like Holyfield

I got them Brooklyn broads biting

Already got my cake I'm just here for icing

My nigga Cudda tried to school me to the game

We was balling so much they try to boo us at the game

(Hook)

She said your 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 your face

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

And you know

[Verse 4: T.I.]

Okay, you ain't seen me in a while huh

And that TK went down smelling like some loud huh

Was fucking with your friend I know I did her foul huh

But even still, she'd fuck me now if I allowed her

I get the money and the power too much to resist

Can't even menage with the broad and she take a pic, thirsty bitch

Imma fuck you with a dirty dick

Up the asshole and [?]

[T.I ]

She said your case too complicated before trial

I had her eight more other ladies, you know how

[Verse 4 (cont.): T.I.]

Missionary, doggystyle

No matter how you slice it our destiny's in the writing

Written on the walls you fuck with them other guys and

You can stand to lose it all

I'm talking 90' something Tyson

Get used to [giving that paper up make em] revoke your license

(Pre-Hook)

She said your 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 your face

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

And you know

(Hook)

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, hip, hiiips