Ma**ai-ah - Fashion Week lyrics

Intro: Im just sitting here, watching these models Verse 1: Who the skinny brudda with the ripped jeans/ Crisp and the wrist clean/ Stood out since about fifteen/ Walk along the runway like a bricks clean/ Slim but the stick beam/ So all your BS better miss me/ Leave a figurine stiffly like a manakin/ When I aim for the head with a cannon ting/ 2 shots 4 shots/ Stiff when there's more shots/ Centre of attention like man a taking pure shots/ Catch them in the manor looking foreign like Gabana/ Watch you close like a camera/ Pose froze when I throw up the banner/ And a man think he badder but I'm a dapper like I'm Shabba/ Front seats to the cleet red like a stab a/ 9 times outta 10 whites lines for a friend/ That's how is when you climb like a ladder/ 9 times outta 10 white lies from a friend/ The games full of snakes when you climb up like ladder/ Hook: Rolling thru the manor like fashion week/ Chosen by glamour like fashion week/ Watch cats walk like fashion week/ Coz the Mac talks like fashion week/ Verse 2: Who's the skinny chica with the ripped jeans/ Dresses like she Christine/ Fits size 6 but the hips mean/ Draw for the Mac so the lips beam/ Prestige and the clip leaves/ A throw back like Sumer 16/ Team lit like a candle/ Snapchat pic cause a scandal/ Finest threads wrapped around me Abdulla on a camel/ And the way I walk into the room you think Naomi Campbell/ They don't know a fraction of my grind show me a pattern and design/ Where the man get stitched up all the time/ If she ain't a 2 faced shady b**h you lying/ sh** why you crying/ They don't know a fraction of my time fashion is a crime/ Coz we let the leng off all the time/ Screaming bun your colour ting but that inner colour ring/ Make a n***a wanna Have ta draw for the 9/ Hook X 2