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Styles P Got My Eyes On You

got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me (I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get, hit with the

, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on It's time to check cash Jump in my

on dics adn vogues, flip flops, t-shirts and Dickies It's the return of Billy Ocean, Cuervo is my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on

, on dollars plus more.. -Layzie Bone- If you really need to know, mr bill collectors alive, step on the scene collect my green, give me everything that you

doing something The pussy so good have you through with money But you ain't knowing she's a tramp and a slut and all that shit Every chance you get you

slide Give me five on the black hand slide [STYLES P]: Give me five on the black hand side Tell you what I see through the black man's eyes Look like

what?) Paint the canvas givin you my vision To mold you compose you Get a picture of the scene, then get an exposure Words out my cipher, the life of my

you got your rhyme style from?) I wake you up and as I stare in your face you seem stunned (Remember P, the one you got your rhyme style from?) Yo it's the P

, pop more pop, than Coca-Cola Next to Yoda I'm a Star at War, plus roller coaster I got my mind made up GURRRRL, come on and get it if you widdit troop