Personal Stylist (Original Demo) ft. Cease1x Lyrics

Man they don't even understand what's going on in this bitch

Cease let me at em

It's the clan and we in a whole 'notha

We in a whole 'notha world

Cease is this you?

Niggas turned on me, ain't even try to use a blinker

Can't even hear, cause all wax pens, we hitting blinkers

Miel in a Taurus, still gettin' it, he ain't need a Beamer

That's my brotha for life, cause that nigga made me

Yeah he made cease

And I'm so—

I'm so tired of talking 'bout me, rather talk 'bout these—

Rather talk about these commas, rather talk about them dollars

Can't even talk about the drama, can't even talk about the— (huh)

Can't even talk about the women, I can't even say the bitches

Can't even talk about the women, I can't even say the—

Rather talk about this fashion, rather talk about this

Rather talk about this 'preme, rather talk about this Bape (Members Only)

Rather talk about this pape, cause that's the only thing that really matter

Flicked up, I ain't even talkin' bout a camera

Flicked up, I ain't even talkin' bout (shhh)

Made the beat, forgot about it, now you see I'm rappin' on it

Made the beat, forgot about it, now you see I'm rappin' on it

Who you know that's doin'?

Who you know that do it like (Cease is that you?)

Up now and next

Who you know that do it like me?

I'm up now and next

She just want to have sex, so I got that bitch wet

I was wearing Dolce and Gabanna when I got the neck

I get fly, either way, I make sure I get paid

I might pull up to work, in some palm angel sweats

She rather talk about what I can buy her

Bitch I'm really tryna hire you

Be my personal stylist, make sure everything fire

You know I'm rocking 'preme tomorrow

All vintage you can't find it

Yeah, the weed that we smokin', knock you out like Ronda Rousey