Artist: Troy Ave f/ Lloyd Banks Album: White Christmas 2 Mixtape Song: Your Style Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Troy Ave] See now I went to the club and I ran into this girl And she was tellin me 'bout how she feel and everything Her name was New York but she said Troy listen [Chorus: Troy Ave] She said yo' new shit pumpin you make us so proud We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile 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, 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 One: Troy Ave] Wife beater with the cake (Cake) She got the long hair ain't nothin fake (Fake) All blue thong with the stars all on it Layin in my bed and she all on it Rewind back before I grind the cat Two steppin 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 yo' man (Can't be yo' man) But you can act like it in ya Instagram (In ya Instagram) I like flippin grams and you like me And if you into gettin 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 with yo' boy [Chorus: Troy Ave] She said yo' new shit pumpin you make us so proud We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile 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, 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 Hips! Hiiiiiiippppppsssssssssss!!!!! [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] Shorty got a thing for me it's only right that I slide with her Spoiled with money ice and your a G it's the same Poppin like I'm celebratin spend a week in the pane Next two cities I'm a sleep on the plane one time for keepin it real Still in your heart where you stayin Lift yo' feet up like the marksman I aim then leave 'em Two times for any non-believers, now we even I think your run is a public a lineup out of the seasons You're beside me for a reason Come check the breeze nout with the flyest nigga breathin Everything here is mine for keepin I see your reachin you want the vibe back Bodies on my N.Y. hat gotta be in my palm rap still catch a contact Chill, gather yo' mind back We in from the gutter baby hard to outshine that New faces every morning I recover Feelin like we never knew each other [Chorus: Troy Ave] She said yo' new music pumpin you make us so proud We've been wantin somethin this good for awhile 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, 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 Hips! Hiiiiiiippppppsssssssssss!!!!!