Dizzy Wright - Fashion lyrics
rate me[Intro:]
Yeah yeah,
I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me,
I got the homies with me!
Hook: (x2)
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I’m flashy!
Yo, Jeremy Skies said he's thirteen
(Which one?)
With the wings,
But I'm fly like Jordan off that first string
(Can’t decide!)
Call me fresh prince, with these flattop
I'mma take you back (back)!
Retros with that face to match (match)
Take a risk when I lace the kicks
Cause I walk on a cloud, call it cloud surfing,
I’m the man out here (I’m the man out here)
Shoe game clean, nigga ain’t my game!
Nigga nigga, you a fan out here (you a fan out here!)
You're a fucking with a lame,
Baby stand right here (right here, yeah!)
Give it up to a new nigga,
Kid ill, he a true spitter!
Shoes with a… with a nice round ass,
See what I’mma do with her, yeah, yeah!
Let her get it, if she’s back in two, aha
Button up with a snapping clue (that’s right!),
Young nigga with a chest of taps,
Get back, before I kick you with the Patrick …
Can't stop and it won't stop,
Give you wrap but you won't pop,
It’s a long shot, dirty nigga you have no style,
Low key, in the wrong spot,
Let the beat drop!
Dree beats for the beep-bop, yeah
Good weed, I'm on a tree clock, yeah
I don’t see hate, (I don’t see hate)
Make ways for the young boys
Getting rich is a good day,
Good god, I’m so fly, I don’t need help!
We making moves, wear your seat belt!
Shit finna get real for the club,
Cause I’m getting hella love,
And I’m just getting my feet wet!
Hook: (x2)
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I’m flashy!
I’m fresh as fuck if you ask me,
(All gold and I’m flashy)
Come through wearing like 6 chains,
Channel shit from the 70s,
Your shit whack, your shit lame,
I'm shitting all on the enemies!
Dem double Cs, French shit,
Rose gold piece, I’m a French bitch
Gold so soft you can bend it,
But this shit so heavy, I’m dented like,
God damn!
Got white gold, got goldie gold,
Got 24 carat that’s colby gold
We’re… kids, they know we’re cold!
Like oh, shit!
You ain't no star, got no time
You got no bars, you got no rhymes
And you wearing shit I wore 09'!
How you feel when you late as fuck?
Copy my style, gonna scrape it up,
I be feeling like a mily when I’m waking up,
My main bitch, I ain't finished, ill shape you up (uh),
You worry about looking like a ten
You better worry about keeping it a hundred (a hundred)
All those clothes don’ really mean shit,
Cause the weak hoes get no loving.
Been fresh then a bitch, since 9th grade,
Show you how to ball, in 9 ways
The north side bitches be bad as fuck,
Cooling in some Gs and nine grades
Probably 80k on my fucking necklace,
While the Gs are the Gs, nigga show me respect!
Hook: (x2)
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I’m flashy!
OK! Fresh as fuck, I need a lifestyle,
Uh condoms, my lifestyle ain't common,
Just let me school you like Mr. High tower.
Higher then a Concord, yeah
Pair high top, eleven’s on
Niggas know I’m a fashion killer,
So you better have your weapon drawn!
The best dressed that I bet on it,
100k round my neck, golden
Less friends with more money,
Driving round like a crash dummy,
Young city boy and i know it,
As long as I can see the stands,
I got these naked and famous hoes,
Trying to get all in my pants (damn!)
Fly up than Peter Pan, always in beast mode,
But Peter said no lamb skin,
Fake furs, no fake sneakers,
I’m balling in ball man
Dress to kill by the grim reaper
Alumni snap, fuck teacheres
You niggas all dressed in fuck-season!
I walk thru the sand in these Lebron James South beachers,
I don’t give a damn, I got two pairs, one without creases,
(Wait) whiling out for no reason!
Red bottoms on the red carpet,
Fashion for what I head started,
The run way, nigga, don’t play!
Hook: (x2)
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
Now nigga that, now nigga that, now nigga that,
Now nigga that’s fashion!
And I'm fresh as fuck if you ask me
All gold and I’m flashy!
