Tungatz D'LAW - Fashion (Remix) lyrics

[Intro] Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as f** if you ask me I got the homies with me... [Hook: Dizzy Wright x2] Now n***a that,now n***a that Now n***a that,now n***a that's fashion [x3] I'm fresh as f** if you ask me All gold and I'm flashy [Verse 1: Dizzy Wright] Yo, Jeremy Scotts or these thirteen's (which one's?) With the wings But I'm fly like Jordan off of that first string (can't decide) Call me fresh prince With this flat-top,Imma take it 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 (I'm the man out here) Shoe game clean and n***a my gear n***a n***a You a fan out here (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 [?] Taylor bag with a nice round a** Tryna see what Imma do with her (yeah yeah) Let her get it, if she back in two bu*ton up with a snapping clue (that's right) Young n***a with a chest full of tats Get back 'fore I kick you with the Patrick Can't stop and it won't stop Yeah you rap but you won't pop It's a long shot Dirty n***a you have no style Low key (keep) 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 Gettin' rich,it's 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 Because I'm getting hella love And I'm just getting my feet wet [Hook: x2] [Verse 2: Tungatz D'LAW] Now how many times do I have to say Your sixteen's will only last fifteen Cause you ain't a star,you just masturbate We working to be legends,this ain't just a dream I bet that all your features use you as a bait Cause you are just a hook that make these fishes pay Like pictures,you're frozen,just posing Betta add some f**in' motion cause we(argh!) Movin' forward like a movie,Ooh wee! Here for the f**in' culture,homie As much as we are for the booty's Givin' nothing but the best to the groupies Cause they hungry like vultures,they eat Junk food cause it's faster than the cla**ics Just hold up,cause a master needs practice But I'm done with the warm up now I'm bout to go pro,I'm ready to blow Imma f**in' time bomb,betta move out the zone Cause this ain't dynamite,you might die tonight Im A to Mic,sh** I said it right? Life's ironic,an atomic bomb Bringin' back to life real rap Supposed to be inspiring but these cats Mo' focused on the gold than rhymin' (that's right) [Hook: Tungatz D'LAW] But n***a that,but n***a that But n***a that's fashion [x3] I'm fresh as f** if you ask me No gold but I'm flashy Now n***a this Like nicotine So addictive Cause n***a this's pa**ion [x3] Im real rap If you ask them And it's real as f** cause I pa**ed them