Mr. Walt - U Like My Style (Vocal) lyrics

[Verse 1: Shortie No Ma**] I'm never holding back ‘cause, life, I like to live it Give me props on the style plus the [?]. I give my thanks, yup Plus you used to come to all the shows to hear me rip it in the words You dug the style. I got the goods. Couldn't figure out Why you had to wait a bit. Now it's my time. I hit you with The 4'11” sh**. You bit your tongue some odd years ago Now you're on my confidence. Sensing all alone You love the way that I convince. Time and time You love to hear a odd hooker too. Said, “She was a looker but A tad bit better.” Sweater never not needed Heed the words. I'm never, but you love me more ‘cause I heard You dug my what? You dug my style [Verse 2: Shortie No Ma**] I never told a lie. Might have twisted up the truth. Yup, I speak towards the loop Or, rather, anyone who's rocking. Beats are knocking ‘cause My man won't hook me up lovely with the track backed Up with the ill verses. Common curses get my point across No, I never front on you. Know I give you more and never give you less Got to do my best to let the stress not get to me I'm caught up in the rhythm of the ill funk I got a million odd ways to keep it lit. b**hes talk big sh** Man, they're begging for a lick. Pick your pride up After I come ins to knock you down. Sounds be getting wide and the lyrics Start to get open. No, I never front and that's my word Got to keep your faith in me like I said, “I'd never let you down” Sounds'll get you open, make you get buckwild. Right now I know I'm sure you like my style [Verse 3: Shortie No Ma**] I'd like to give my thanks to those who gave a hard way to go Even though I do my best to keep it real and rather humble And, no, I won't mumble when I flip it. I rip it with the best I turn the stress into positive energy. I give my thanks to those Who can't stand the thought of me. See, you keep me pressed With intent to get better like, “Never let her” Or let me get too hype. The mic just sounds much better With my dialect. I hum along to a tune I conjured up in my head and said, “Follow me now” I do my best to keep it real. Still, you couldn't understand why I sounded quite nice, quite right like your livest Male emcee. I be 4'11” high. My See, you've been impressed. I guess now you want to say You had my back all along. Sing along to the song I keep it on for, like, miles. Don't front ‘Cause I know you dug my style