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Offset – Style Rare Lyrics

Offset Style Rare Lyrics, Offset ft Gunna Style Rare Lyrics

VS stone
Sit back, scroll one
Pull up, Rolls truck
I’m rocking the rose one
I’m platinum ‘n’ stones
I’m out having stones, yeah
I’m still going chrome, yeah
I got that shit on, yeah
I got that shit on now
They peep how your style rare
A 50 on eyewear
I see through the skies, yeah
I spend every time
Look at they faces, they all stare
10,000 a dime
Play with these racks, I’m a ball player

Float like a butterfly, Lambo’ The V
I take her shopping, the pair of the Cs
You see my popping, they staring at me
This ring, it cost me a heroin, a key
I told my dentist to carat my teeth
We rocking the Bottega V
This Margiela 2003
Push start it, you know I ain’t lease, baguettes
I’m cool on her, I’m the catch
She do what I say, she gon’ fetch
I’m in this shit without regrets
Just me in my coupe, ISS
I drip when I walk, I’m possessed
This rose look good on my flesh
These Rolls-Royce back to back, yes
I’m floating on that shit like a jet ski
Come on, a b**** can’t text me
In Florence, Dubai next week
She chocolate, she like Nestlé
Got broccoli, pockets is healthy
Binoculars and they Balenci
What the lick read?
I’m tryna make 200 Ms please
100, walk ’round with ten of these

VS stone
Sit back, scroll one
Pull up, Rolls truck
I’m rocking the rose one
I’m platinum ‘n’ stones
I’m out having stones, yeah
I’m still going chrome, yeah
I got that shit on, yeah
I got that shit on now
They peep how your style rare
A 50 on eyewear
I see through the skies, yeah
I spend every time
Look at they faces, they all stare
10,000 a dime
Play with these racks, I’m a ball player

Won’t trade my team, I could never be a traitor
Like raiders we ball, never thought they would raid us
Young Gunna ’bout to drop, I’m in labor
Been putting in this labor, I ain’t asking for favors
Dropping me a smash, smash potatoes
F**king on bae, got her ass tangled
No interviews, ask me later
Like Takeoff, I rather be rich than famous, yes
Might go cop Jojo the Patek
I’m known to be cool and collect
My diamonds and gold in a chest, a Damier Louis V chest
Put it on, I can go Damier, RIP Virgil, he gave me the credit
Ten years from now, look back on this shit and I promise I’m doing my best
That growth, they see as iconic
Let’s go, let’s count up this money
Good loaf, the bread and the butter
Good toast, now ain’t that ironic
I’m digging in her pussy and throat, and she hate when I go, she hooked on like phonics
I float, I’m smoking on this chronic
These diamonds hit when it’s sunny

VS stone
Sit back, scroll one
Pull up, Rolls truck
I’m rocking the rose one
I’m platinum ‘n’ stones
I’m out having stones, yeah
I’m still going chrome, yeah
I got that shit on, yeah
I got that shit on now
They peep how your style rare
A 50 on eyewear
I see through the skies, yeah
I spend every time
Look at they faces, they all stare
10,000 a dime
Play with these racks, I’m a ball player