Fashion (Remix) lyrics

by

Big K.R.I.T.


[Intro]
Yeah yeah, I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
I got the homies with me...

[Hook: Dizzy Wright x2]
Now n*gga that,now n*gga that
Now n*gga that,now n*gga that's fashion
[x3]
I'm fresh as f*ck 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*gga my gear
n*gga n*gga
You a fan out here (you a fan out here)
You're a f*cking with a lame
Baby stand right here (yeah)
Give it up to a new n*gga
Kid ill, he a true spitter
Shoes [?] Taylor bag with a nice round ass
Tryna see what Imma do with her (yeah yeah)
Let her get it, if she back in two
Button up with a snapping clue (that's right)
Young n*gga 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*gga 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*t 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*ckin' motion cause we(argh!)
Movin' forward like a movie,Ooh wee!
Here for the f*ckin' 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 classics
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*ckin' time bomb,betta move out the zone
Cause this ain't dynamite,you might die tonight
Im A to Mic,sh*t 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*gga that,but n*gga that
But n*gga that's fashion
[x3]
I'm fresh as f*ck if you ask me
No gold but I'm flashy

Now n*gga this
Like nicotine
So addictive
Cause n*gga this's passion
[x3]
Im real rap If you ask them
And it's real as f*ck cause I passed them
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