Honey Cocaine - Fashion lyrics

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Honey Cocaine - Fashion lyrics

[Intro:] Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as f** if you ask me I got the homies with me... [Hook x2] Now n***a dat, now n***a dat Now n***a dat, now n***a dats fashion x3 And I'm fresh as f** if you ask me All gold and I'm flashy [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] Yo, Jeremy Scotts or these thirteens? (Which one?) With the wings But I'm fly like Jordan off of that first string (can't decide) Call me fresh prince, with this flattop, I'mma take you back Retros with that face to match Take a risk when I lace the kicks Cause I walk on the crowd Call it cloud surfing I'm the man out here Shoe game clean, n***a and my gear n***a n***a You a fan out here You're a f**ing with a lame Baby stand right here, yeah Give it up to a new n***a Kid ill, he a true spitter Shoes with ya, she Teyana Taylor bad with a nice round a** Trying to see what I'mma do with her, yeah yeah Let her get it if she back into it bu*ton up with a snap included Young n***a with a chest full of tats Get back fore' I kick you with the Patrick Ewing Can't stop and it won't stop n***a you rap but you won't pop Its a long shot Dirty n***a you have no style Low key, you in the wrong spot Let the beat drop Dre beats for the beep-bop Good weed, I'm on a tree clock I don't see hate Make way for the young boys Getting rich its a good day Good god, I'm So fly I don't need help We making moves, wear your seat belt sh** finna get real For the club Cause I'm getting hella love And I'm just getting my feet wet [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Honey Cocaine] Im fresh as f** if you ask me (all gold and im flashy) Come thru wearing like 6 chains Chanel sh** from the 70s Your sh** wack, your sh** lame I'm sh**ing all on the enemies Them double Cs, French sh** Rose gold piece, im a french b**h Gold so soft you can bend it But this sh** so heavy, im dented Like god, damn, got white gold Got goldie gold, got 24 carat thats Kobe gold We T.dot kids They know we cold Like , ugh, sh** You ain't no star, got no time You got no bars, you got no rhymes And you wearing sh** i wore in 09' How you feel when you late as f** Copy my style, gon' scrape it up I be feeling like a milli when I'm waking up My main b**h out in Philli she'll shape you up (ugh) You worry about looking like a 10 You better worry about keeping it a hunnid All those clothes don't really mean sh** Cuz' the weak hoes get no lovin' Been fresh then a b**h, since 9th grade Show you how to ball, in 9 ways The north side b**hes be bad as f** Coolin' in some Js them 9 greys Prolly 80K on my f**ing neck that's Why the 'G'est of the 'G'est n***as show me respect [Hook:] Now n***a dat, now n***a dat Now n***a dat, now n***a dats flashy X3 And I'm fresh as f** if you ask me All gold and im flashy (hook x2) [Verse 3 :Kid Ink] Fresh as f** i need a lifestyle Condom, my lifestyle Ain't common, just let me school you like mr.high tower Higher then a concord Pair high top 11s on n***as know im a fashion k**a So you better have your weapon drawn, The best dressed and i bet on it 100k round my neck, golden Less friends with more money Drivin' round like a crash dummy, Young city boy and i know it Long socks see the stance, I got these naked and famous hoes Tryna get all in my pants (damn) Flyer than Pan Am Always in beast mode But PETA said no lamb skin Fake furs, no fake sneakers Im ballin in Balmain Dress to k** by the grim reaper Alumni snap, f** Tisa You n***as all dressed in f**-season I walk thru the sand in these LeBron James southbeachers I dont give a damn i got two pairs,one without creases Wild'n'out for no reason Red bottoms on the red carpet Fashion for what i headstarted, the run way n***a dont play [Hook:] Now n***a dat, now n***a dat Now n***a dat, now n***a dats flashy X3 And I'm fresh as f** if you ask me All gold and im flashy (hook x2)