I’m in that new school G5 WAGON
Color komodo dragon
My b**h looks like she Jasmine
My n***a looks like Aladdin.
NKOTB, b**h
All these b**hes is has beens
I CPR’d the game,
And now all these b**hes is gasping.
I be on that other,
n***a don’t get me aggy.
I’m Mrs. Fatality
Endings do not be happy.
These lose as* b**hes know
I never gotta stunt
Talk behind my back
Cause they never in the front.
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b**h bow down better
Give me what I want,
Feed me berries out in Paris,
While I’m counting my crossaint.
These b**hes as awful
And me I spit that gospel.
Lyrical, biblical
Holy ghost, pentecostal
And b**h, don’t run up on
I give the fade to who want me
And you don’t want that shade,
You better off where it’s sunny.
And I don’t need no friends,
b**h, I’m better off with my money.
Just alert the f*cking ma**es
And let em know that it’s coming.
I was wearing it first
I’m on that f*ck what you say
It’s my way
Fashion week
I’m out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
b**h you know, my money long
Everybody sing this song.
I’m not even concerned
I’m on that f*ck what you say
It’s my way
Fashion week
I’m out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
k**ing these mother f*ckers
And sh*tting on all these haters.
I’m in that new school G5 WAGON
Color komodo dragon
Riding beside a baddie that
Only cares about fashion.
I’m in that new school R8 Spyder
I’m not known as Messiah
riding beside a baddie
That only wants to get higher.
I’m in that brand new Murcielago
On my way out to cabo
riding beside a baddie
That’s never once left Toronto
I was wearing it first
I’m on that f*ck what you say
It’s my way
Fashion week
I’m out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
b**h you know, my money long
Everybody sing this song.
I’m not even concerned
I’m on that f*ck what you say
It’s my way
Fashion week
I’m out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
k**ing these mother f*ckers
And sh*tting on all these haters.
Yo, I like to brag alone
F*ck dudes, I’m rag and bone
Obsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clones
Helmut Lang & Philiph Lim
Trashy b**h, in cla**y clothes
Pop that sh*t, then pop them pills
Til I feel like a fancy drone
Never catch me at the club
I get high and dance alone
b**h, I’m on that boss sh*t
On that upper echelon
Yall n***as know what kind of X I’m on
Yall b**hes scared get your sweat shop on.
And I’m running everything
With a mother f*cking sprain
Watching the rest of yall
Get your rest stops on.
I was wearing it first
I’m on that f*ck what you say
It’s my way
Fashion week
I’m out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
b**h you know, my money long
Everybody sing this song.
I’m not even concerned
I’m on that f*ck what you say
It’s my way
Fashion week
I’m out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
k**ing these mother f*ckers
And sh*tting on all these haters.
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song