Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
Aye
Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
Aye
I'm making moves every week
All of that sleep for the weak
You know my time isn't cheap
People be hittin' my line up
Like when you gon' drop the next heat
I've been busy tryna lay low
And soon all my homies gon' eat
I got the bag you know I do well for myself
Level up on the real
Keep the game under my belt
Got a suit and tie for a deal
Need a safe house in the Ville
Cause people be copping my style
I need the one I can ride with, I can ride with all around
Shawty be digging the flow
Telling me that she want more
I'm a real one not a ghost
It is what it is nothing more
Moving too fast I can't keep up
Blasting my vibe on the speakers
ColeKela boutta heat up
I can feel it
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
10K at the moment i ain't tripping about it
This is light work featherweight hits to the body
Right jab left hook got em dazed out
Spinning for a second hit the floor get you laid out
That's a knockout
Bring the cops out
When I rock out
With the top down, and they stop now
Imma pop now
Doing it so long got it locked down
On my pop style
When I pop
Grrrat pow!
And you know I trust in the process
Why you wanna hate on progress?
Three songs deep in the project
Think I don't got bars that's nonsense
You be on your way down like a sickness
I be on my way up with my ill shit
You think you lookin' cool with that grill shit
Face tats and your weak rhymes and your new whip
On the other hand I be styling I don't give a damn I be with the fam on an island
In japan I don't think you don't know a damn thing about it
I'm the man I be counting up like a hundred thousand
All the bands
In my hands
You a Stan
When I stand
Like I'm Dan
In them vans
With my stance
When I run it
Need a chance
With a flash and a bang
My style be evolving
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
ColeKela - STYLE (feat. Lucastheboi) Lyrics
ColeKela - STYLE (feat. Lucastheboi) Lyrics
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Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
Aye
Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
Aye
I'm making moves every week
All of that sleep for the weak
You know my time isn't cheap
People be hittin' my line up
Like when you gon' drop the next heat
I've been busy tryna lay low
And soon all my homies gon' eat
I got the bag you know I do well for myself
Level up on the real
Keep the game under my belt
Got a suit and tie for a deal
Need a safe house in the Ville
Cause people be copping my style
I need the one I can ride with, I can ride with all around
Shawty be digging the flow
Telling me that she want more
I'm a real one not a ghost
It is what it is nothing more
Moving too fast I can't keep up
Blasting my vibe on the speakers
ColeKela boutta heat up
I can feel it
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
10K at the moment i ain't tripping about it
This is light work featherweight hits to the body
Right jab left hook got em dazed out
Spinning for a second hit the floor get you laid out
That's a knockout
Bring the cops out
When I rock out
With the top down, and they stop now
Imma pop now
Doing it so long got it locked down
On my pop style
When I pop
Grrrat pow!
And you know I trust in the process
Why you wanna hate on progress?
Three songs deep in the project
Think I don't got bars that's nonsense
You be on your way down like a sickness
I be on my way up with my ill shit
You think you lookin' cool with that grill shit
Face tats and your weak rhymes and your new whip
On the other hand I be styling I don't give a damn I be with the fam on an island
In japan I don't think you don't know a damn thing about it
I'm the man I be counting up like a hundred thousand
All the bands
In my hands
You a Stan
When I stand
Like I'm Dan
In them vans
With my stance
When I run it
Need a chance
With a flash and a bang
My style be evolving
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
She likes my style
Aye
Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
Aye
I'm making moves every week
All of that sleep for the weak
You know my time isn't cheap
People be hittin' my line up
Like when you gon' drop the next heat
I've been busy tryna lay low
And soon all my homies gon' eat
I got the bag you know I do well for myself
Level up on the real
Keep the game under my belt
Got a suit and tie for a deal
Need a safe house in the Ville
Cause people be copping my style
I need the one I can ride with, I can ride with all around
Shawty be digging the flow
Telling me that she want more
I'm a real one not a ghost
It is what it is nothing more
Moving too fast I can't keep up
Blasting my vibe on the speakers
ColeKela boutta heat up
I can feel it
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
10K at the moment i ain't tripping about it
This is light work featherweight hits to the body
Right jab left hook got em dazed out
Spinning for a second hit the floor get you laid out
That's a knockout
Bring the cops out
When I rock out
With the top down, and they stop now
Imma pop now
Doing it so long got it locked down
On my pop style
When I pop
Grrrat pow!
And you know I trust in the process
Why you wanna hate on progress?
Three songs deep in the project
Think I don't got bars that's nonsense
You be on your way down like a sickness
I be on my way up with my ill shit
You think you lookin' cool with that grill shit
Face tats and your weak rhymes and your new whip
On the other hand I be styling I don't give a damn I be with the fam on an island
In japan I don't think you don't know a damn thing about it
I'm the man I be counting up like a hundred thousand
All the bands
In my hands
You a Stan
When I stand
Like I'm Dan
In them vans
With my stance
When I run it
Need a chance
With a flash and a bang
My style be evolving
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
She likes my style
Ice all around
We mobbing through the town
It drives her wild
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
She likes my style
Writer: Cole Fuertes, Lucas Larson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid