Rejjie Snow - Fashion Week lyrics

[Verse] Comme des Garçons, playing with yourself Fashion Week again, bad for ya health Hocus pocus, baby, cheetahs in the zoo Chakra chakra calling all the sh** I do Trap phone going (skrt) Rari going like (skrt) Jeans full of cum, wet dreams too Flowers in the ground, pricking fingers, ooh s**ing on her titties, stupid little n***a Birds and the bees, sweet like vanilla Margiela jeans Gun on my hip, oops Mama raised a soldier, thought I f**ing told ya Playing David Bowie, sunny California Ass out for the boys, oh, ya love it North Face, so cold in the summer Busted out the pack of gin You my favourite accident Seven months to this day You came out your mama, ayy [Bridge] Sunny California, fizzy like my new pop Yeah, hard like my crack rock Yeah, shiny like my new Glock It goes psh, psh, psh Sunny California, fizzy like my new pop Yeah, hard like my crack rock Yeah, shiny like my new Glock It goes psh, psh, psh