Songtexte:
Styles P Got My Eyes On You

got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me (I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get, hit with the

my slug on I load my clip and slip my motherfuckin' gloves on I ain't scared to blast on these suckas if they test me Trust, I got my glock cocked playa

got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get hit with the thing, try to ride on me (I got my eyes on you!) You got your eyes on me Get, hit with the

up My life style lavish I get it so I can live it up Pop the bottles Drop Drop the top on'em fly all my life Fuck fame thats what I got on'em Man

degree of 130, and my gun dirty Cause it got one bury, so you better run, hurry Or catch one early You wrong, tryin to touch me, what type of shit you on? You

come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on Girls, come on, girls, come on, girls, come on Get your clothes off and the fun on It's time to check cash Jump in my

my drink Stank, stank means you got the funkiest, dopest heat on the street Three G ski, Slimm, Big Boi and ths is C B-O-N-E If you need some back-up

ride on 10's, but you know we keep it clean See I lay my game down, Flip a few styles, ten times out of ten you gone like the way it sounds, you know

for the stizars (stars), on days of my bizzerth (birth) And play in the dessert that God put here for us And you come play with me If my God you trust Who you