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divine styles (unedited version) - mixed elements lyrics

[intro]
uh, once again
[inaudible]
[?] not to offend you
we shall keep it real
for all of those who don’t know

[verse 1: shobaz, gina love]
hey love, you know i’m all about cheque cashes and fat asses
for the masses, it’s only fair, so why do you adhere to my plans like glue?
you’re true indeed, your manifestations of greed and loot
they shinin’ through your actions, dividin’ me in two like fractions
unmaskin’ your true identity as a gold digger with a figure
tryin’ to make your pockets bigger off a n*gga
it’s insane, you tryna play me out, my name shobaz
got bad women on smash and break the glue like krass
and in the aftermath, you wanna cut up my northface and goretex?
because you’re vexed, you’re holdin’ back the s*x, so now, what’s next?
i’m flexed to my piece in manhattan when you although actin’
i roll over to brooklyn, when i come home alone and you ain’t cookin’
so don’t act shooken or i slide to queens
when i need kicks and jeans or straight to shaolin
when i’m fiendin’ for the cream, aight?
i got mad stocks, steak, then stakes, hits off platinum plaques
and books of tour dates, you ain’t ready
ready? what you mean, i ain’t ready?
[chorus: shobaz, gina love]
yo, ain’t my styles divine? yeah, your styles divine
but lexus, links and minks is not the bottomline
yo, ain’t my styles divine? yeah, your styles divine
but lexus, links and minks is not the bottomline

[verse 2]
oochie*coochie cool mami, you think you livin’ lavish
your lifestyle’s plush, you livin’ it up in paris
reality check time, yo, listen to this rhyme
i’ma make you regret ever steppin’ out of line
for real ’cause you done dirt and it hurts
so i murk like captain kirk, on a mission
avoidin’ the snake hissin’, the negative vibes when were kissin’
i know what’s missin’, a queen to roam my castle
give me no hassle or bickerin’ (yeah, where you been?) about where i been
and what and when and yo (yeah, who’s your friend?), who’s your d*mn friend?
you better recognize and realize that i’m a prize
franchise in the makin’, all real, no move fakin’
you took me for granted, now i’m takin’ ’cause i was tooken
i guess that’s what i get for crossin’ the street without lookin’
but good lookin’ for the ride as i slide
with my head held high with pride
and the next dyin’ piece on the side
i ain’t playin’ no games, it’s all real
[chorus: shobaz, gina love]
yo, ain’t my styles divine? yeah, your styles divine
but lexus, links and minks is not the bottomline
yo, ain’t my styles divine? yeah, your styles divine
but lexus, links and minks is not the bottomline

[verse 3]
if it’s reality you want
then all the fake jackers get shut down, watch it
a*yo, this is for those hoes who split the midnight liaison
as you sit back home alone, fingerin’ yourself to break on
if p*ssy was mass produced, you should have been made in taiwan
i well smear your avon as we get self regard
my deals remain stiff like dead bodies in balm
those naked pictures of your [?] that live went crazy palms
and downstate [?] or fort d*cks and even clinton
sold body to make a n*gga winston with the legs, you mad at tipptons
yeah, that same lame kid that left you stuck
with a grand worth of unpaid collect calls, did he promise you the world?
if you l!ck these b*lls, even the ref from cataracts coulda made that call
he gassed you, said he had the cream flowin’ like niagara falls
i see g, dreams of playin’ jerk, this a blur
on your knees suckin’ that d*ck, wished you was coppin’ that fur
silver foxes to minks, gucci to ex and no links
his pockets stay fat now like money bags on the brinks
now when i see you up in metageek
[?] die a freak, ten dollar silver dress
actin’ like your c*nt don’t stink
you better recognize i’m certified, you cheap*ass trick
you ain’t good for no bloodclot relationship, sayin’
know what i’m sayin’, now i ain’t playin’ no games neither
[chorus: shobaz, gina love]
yo, ain’t my styles divine? yeah, your styles divine
but lexus, links and minks is not the bottomline
yo, ain’t my styles divine? yeah, your styles divine
but lexus, links and minks is not the bottomline

[outro: shobaz, gina love]
know what i’m sayin’, you ain’t gettin’ nothin’ from me
or my peoples, it’s like that
whatever, you don’t [?]

- mixed elements lyrics

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