angel haze - echelon lyrics
i’m in that new school g5 wagon
color komodo dragon
my b-tch looks like she jasmine
my n-gg- looks like aladdin
nkotb, b-tch – all these b-tches is has beens
i cpr’d the game and now all these b-tches is gasping
i be on that other, n-gg- don’t get me aggy
i’m mrs. fatality, endings do not be happy
these loser -ss b-tches know i never gotta stunt,
talk behind my back cause they never in the front
b-tch, bow down, better give me what i want,
feed me berries out in paris while i’m counting my croissant
these b-tches is awful and me i spit that gospel
that lyrical biblical holy ghost, pentecostal
and b-tch, don’t run up on me
i give the fade to who want me
and you don’t want that shade,
you better off where it’s sunny
and i don’t need no friends,
b-tch, i’m better off with my money
just alert the f-cking m-sses
and let ’em know that it’s coming
like
i was wearing it first
i’m on that f-ck what you say, it’s my way
fashion week, i’m out here slaying
dressed in like all the latest
b-tch you know my money long
everybody sing this song
i’m not even concerned
i’m on that f-ck what you say, it’s my way
fashion week, i’m out here slaying
dressed in like all the latest
killing these motherf-ckers
and sh-tting on all these haters
i’m in that new school g5 wagon
color komodo dragon
riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion
i’m in that new school r8 spyder
i’m not known as messiah
riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher
i’m in that brand new murcielago
on my way out to cabo
riding beside a baddie
that’s never once left toronto
i was wearing it first
i’m on that f-ck what you say, it’s my way
fashion week, i’m out here slaying
dressed in like all the latest
b-tch you know my money long
everybody sing this song
i’m not even concerned
i’m on that f-ck what you say, it’s my way
fashion week, i’m out here slaying
dressed in like all the latest
killing these motherf-ckers
and sh-tting on all these haters
yo, i like to brag alone
f-ck dudes in rag and bone
obsess over chicks who look like mary kate and ashley clones
helmut lang and philip lim
trashy b-tch, in cl-ssy clothes
pop that sh-t, then pop them pills
’til i feel like a fancy drone
never catch me at the club
i get high and dance alone
b-tch, i’m on that boss sh-t
on that upper echelon
y’all n-gg-s know what kind of x i’m on
y’all b-tches scared get your sweat shop on
and i’m running everything
with a mother f-cking sprain
watching the rest of y’all
get your rest stops on
i was wearing it first
i’m on that f-ck what you say, it’s my way
fashion week, i’m out here slaying
dressed in like all the latest
b-tch you know my money long
everybody sing this song
i’m not even concerned
i’m on that f-ck what you say, it’s my way
fashion week, i’m out here slaying
dressed in like all the latest
killing these motherf-ckers
and sh-tting on all these haters
everybody sing this song
everybody sing this song
everybody sing this song
everybody sing this song
Random Lyrics
- prozak - vigilante lyrics
- crossfaith - counting stars lyrics
- man man - sarsparillsa lyrics
- stephen jerzak - suit & tie lyrics
- prozak - audio barricade lyrics
- crossfaith - gala hala (burn down the floor) lyrics
- derek minor - riddle me this lyrics
- crossfaith - only the wise can control our eyes lyrics
- crossfaith - we are the future lyrics
- babyshambles - minefield lyrics