STYLES PANIRO
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What sense does it make to talk and not listen
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shine eye glisten, BMZ 3 automatic ignition
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Ice on wrist and
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an Armani safari suit, when I'm fishin'
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GoodFella tradition, ring the
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my thing is the six double o, deep dishin'
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You never seen a thug with a sallary
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trying to get fat like callories, open art galleries
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No love lost and, how you think it feels gettin' dumped in the coffin
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you'd rather be flossin'
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Remember one rule, get the money that's important
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share with your people, if you don't, take caution
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L.O.X. keeps it real so we share every fortune
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all about dinero so make another zero
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Runnin' from the cops in the iced out Carrero
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Don Styles, good fella Paniro
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Chorus: If you want it, we can do it,
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take your time, do it right, we can do it baaaby
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(We them niggaz that you niggaz be talkin about),
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get that money right! 2X
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JADAKISS
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When it comes to this money niggaz, you can bet I'm all in it
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the rocks on my neck be briguette almond
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Always on the job so I never call in
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while y'all playa hate I'ma keep ballin'
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There's too much cream to be countin'
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in the glass house with the Greek fountain, on the mountain
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Don't get it twisted, 914 is where I'm listed
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the cat with the Corleone Christmas
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Iced out wrists'
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poppin' the cork, on the Crists' toastin' champagne with my misses
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Did you imagine me, in the new E-
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class Benz with the laser cut key
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Then we leave the gats with the lady down the hall
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'cause only real niggaz stash they money in the wall
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We here now, so if you love it prepare now
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twenty deep up in the club havin' you stared down
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Chorus
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MA$E
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When you a GoodFella, you get cheddar for your work
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rock Versace leather shirts, when you dead a girl it hurts
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I flowed around the world with a mean golden girl
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throat full of pearls drinkin' Mo' until she hurls
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I need a hundred mo' 'cause I got a ton of hoes
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that lay up in bungalos with sexy under clothes
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This your last waring, remember you've been told
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nothin' less than the S Benz when we roll
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I rock the latest gators, with the tennis sole
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all expensive clothes, suits from Kenneth Cole
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Now I'm that GoodFella everybody wanna meet
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every girl I meet spends two weeks in boutiques
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We can do whatever my whole team got cheddar
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fromt the bar to the telly Jaguar with the celly
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Suits from Perry Ellis, got niggaz jealous
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what they tryin' to tell us, we the GoodFellas
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Chorus
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SHEEK LUCHION
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Can't nothin' come between me from gettin' my cheddar
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don't talk me to death, you just a side better
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So you ain't gonna talk to me, the way you do
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'cause for that paper, we ain't gonna play with you
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I know the broke feeling, tryin' to make a million
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while Popo watchin' me, my click'll make a killing
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'Cause you that type of nigga that don't wanna see me rich
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you scared I'm gonna get money and be goin' up in yo bitch
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And even when we at the Mirage, I'm on my job
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come out the garage dipped out in camoflage
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Ready to work, for that cheddar you'll get hurt
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layin' face down with your head in the dirt
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And for that pasta, who gonna stop us
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I'm Sheek Luch the mobster, and not even the coppers can knock us
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It's all real, you think not
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I'm just another link in the L.O.X. before you blink you'll get dropped.
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Chorus
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If You Want It You Can Get It
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The LOX |