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