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High Fashion

 

High Fashion

(album: 2:22 - 2016)


On my, on my third deuce and I'm drinking out the fountain
On my, on my third deuce
On my, on my third deuce and I'm drinking out the fountain
Thousand dollar jeans, got my britches half-assed, yeah

Really, really
Really, really
Really, really
Really

Really, really splashing lean, got me swerving, I ain't crashing
I don't want the bitch if them ain't her eyelashes
California 'Rarri and it got the tires ashing
Bal, Balmain, probably, and these bitches high fashion
Coupe, coupe the color coke, it got the [?] scratching
Supersport quick, I had the safety belt fashioned
Counting up this money, I could do this shit backwards
Percocet 10, got them bitches hot flashing

On my, on my third deuce and I'm drinking out the fountain
Thousand dollar jeans, got my britches half-assed, yeah
Hoe from overseas and them bitches high fashion
Olive green Yeezy and them bitches high fashion
Walk, walked in Saks Fifth and I picked out some high fashion
Shit, hoe get on my nerves, I'ma give her right back
Fucked your main bitch and I gave her right back
Christian Loubouton with the spike a whole stack
Say you hitting licks, I can see straight cashing, aye
Say you ain't legit, I can see you straight flexing, aye
Went to Ruth Chris, told the waitress bring the check, aye
Bitches in the loft and they walk around naked

Really, really splashing lean, got me swerving, I ain't crashing
I don't want the bitch if them ain't her eyelashes
California 'Rarri and it got the tires ashing
Bal, Balmain, probably, and these bitches high fashion
Coupe, coupe the color coke, it got the [?] scratching
Supersport quick, I had the safety belt fashioned
Counting up this money, I could do this shit backwards
Percocet 10, got them bitches hot flashing

Got them bitches hot flashing
Supersport quick, I had the safety belt fashioned

done

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