a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

fash!on! - matte roxx! lyrics

Loading...

(coda21 on the track)

[chorus]

boy what you want from me?
you can’t get nothin’ for free, (uh*huh)
sippin’ on wock in the backseat
she gon’ give me top, i call her fake taxi

run through my hood
and you know we taxin’
yo sh*t yeah we may just jack it
what size you wear lil homie, yeah i really like your jacket
yeah, all about my fashion, fashion, i’m an icon
my b*tch only dress in the latest she wear nylon
and, yeah, i feel just like uzi, my b*tch call me myron
i’m making all this bank, you can call it tyra, okay

[verse]

aye, stay up out my face and out my lane
i’m over here making all these new trends, these new wavеs
i haven’t even startеd yet, ima change the game
they gon’ know my name, i won’t change up for no change

or a chain, i ain’t no slave
to this game, woah, wait
uh, 300 and it’s stashed inside the place
where i’m posted at?, i’m in east l.a. boy

who the f*ck is you?
you a lame boy
you all sound the same boy
you hungry for the fame boy

they see my style, they copy n’ paste
they know that i’m on a new wave
the sh*t that i seen, i take it to the grave
i came here to drill, i ain’t come here to play
[chorus]

boy what you want from me?
you can’t get nothin’ for free, (uh*huh)
sippin’ on wock in the backseat
she gon’ give me top, i call her fake taxi

run through my hood
and you know we taxin’
yo sh*t yeah we may just jack it
what size you wear lil homie, yeah i really like your jacket

yeah, all about my fashion, fashion, i’m an icon
my b*tch only dress in the latest she wear nylon
and, yeah, i feel just like uzi, my b*tch call me myron
i’m making all this bank, you can call it tyra, okay

[verse]

i’m more stylish, stylish, way more stylish than billie eilish, yeah
i don’t need no stylist, i stay higher than a f*cking pilot, yeah
and i ain’t f*cking stopping till i get a f*cking island, yeah
anything i want, ima go and buy it, yeah

[chorus]
boy what you want from me?
you can’t get nothin’ for free, (uh*huh)
sippin’ on wock in the backseat
she gon’ give me top, i call her fake taxi

run through my hood
and you know we taxin’
yo sh*t yeah we may just jack it
what size you wear lil homie, yeah i really like your jacket

yeah, all about my fashion, fashion, i’m an icon
my b*tch only dress in the latest she wear nylon
and, yeah, i feel just like uzi, my b*tch call me myron
i’m making all this bank, you can call it tyra, okay

- matte roxx lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular

Loading...