Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fashion, artist - Dylan St. John.
Date of issue: 03.05.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fashion |
Im rockin' new school fuck all your designer shit |
Control Sector blessed me with the flyest shit |
Brand new denims yea I know you peeped the thread game |
Shawti give me brain til' my motherfuckin' head aches (ohh,) |
I’d be lying if I said this ain’t my time |
Defiant im a lion i defend my pride |
And shout my tribe |
BBE I represent |
You can stay up in your feelings while I get these Benjamins whoa,) |
I don’t chase hoes over money thats not how it goes |
Rep for my hometown im talking 10 514 (914) |
Caff hit me up he said that he got work on the low |
Burner be jumping its time that I get on a roll |
Used to bag work and then hit up the one way to flip shit |
Now we just work in the studio making these mixes |
Gotta rep for the 9 I ain’t talking that 6 shit |
Im smoking on purple and drinking thats pink shit |
Yea, yea, yea |
Smoking on sour diez |
Planting these money seeds |
Making these p.o.v.'s |
NDA at the door |
Homie thats major key |
Bitches all want the clout |
Thats why they fuck with me |
Hook |
Written by Dylan St. John |
Performed by Dylan St. John & TWO32 |
«Always knew we’d live like this |
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist |
Smoking on the crib like it’s a whip |
You can’t block my shine I’m way too…» |
Verse Written & Performed by (TWO32): |
Bitch im too lit in this motherfucker |
If a ***** get it started |
Then he get hit in this motherfucker |
I don’t give a fuck about another |
Tell that ***** get it poppin' |
Ain’t shit thats really stoppin' |
If he run up he get done up |
I fuck his bitch til the sun up |
I ain’t really bout the nonsense |
Thought I told you ass before |
Know I keep it on the low |
Ain’t nobody cracking 4's |
Rather pour up 4 |
Better come close |
Yeah, aye |
I cannot fuck with these ****** |
I hit the run on these ****** |
I got one up on these ******* |
And 1 on these ******* |
Can’t fuck none my bitches |
Red rum all these ****** |
Get up with my digits |
HOOK 2 |
Written by Dylan St. John |
Performed by Dylan St. John & TWO32 |
«Always knew we’d live like this |
Diamonds on my neck and on my wrist |
Smoking on the crib like it’s a whip |
You can’t block my shine I’m way too…» |