Angel Haze - Echelon (It's my way)
I’m in that new school G5 WAGONColor komodo dragonMy bitch looks like she JasmineMy nigga looks like Aladdin.NKOTB, bitchAll these bitches is has beensI CPR’d the game,And now all these bitches is gasping.I be on that other,Nigga don’t get me aggy.I’m Mrs. FatalityEndings do not be happy.These lose as* bitches knowI never gotta stuntTalk behind my backCause they never in the front.Bitch bow down betterGive me what I want,Feed me berries out in Paris,While I’m counting my crossaint.These bitches as awfulAnd me I spit that gospel.Lyrical, biblicalHoly ghost, pentecostalAnd bitch, don’t run up onI give the fade to who want meAnd you don’t want that shade,You better off where it’s sunny.And I don’t need no friends,Bitch, I’m better off with my money.Just alert the f*cking massesAnd let em know that it’s coming.I was wearing it firstI’m on that f*ck what you sayIt’s my wayFashion weekI’m out here slayingDressed in like all the latestBitch you know, my money longEverybody sing this song.I’m not even concernedI’m on that f*ck what you sayIt’s my wayFashion weekI’m out here slayingDressed in like all the latestKilling these mother f*ckersAnd sh*tting on all these haters.I’m in that new school G5 WAGONColor komodo dragonRiding beside a baddie thatOnly cares about fashion.I’m in that new school R8 SpyderI’m not known as Messiahriding beside a baddieThat only wants to get higher.I’m in that brand new MurcielagoOn my way out to caboriding beside a baddieThat’s never once left TorontoI was wearing it firstI’m on that f*ck what you sayIt’s my wayFashion weekI’m out here slayingDressed in like all the latestBitch you know, my money longEverybody sing this song.I’m not even concernedI’m on that f*ck what you sayIt’s my wayFashion weekI’m out here slayingDressed in like all the latestKilling these mother f*ckersAnd sh*tting on all these haters.Yo, I like to brag aloneF*ck dudes, I’m rag and boneObsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clonesHelmut Lang & Philiph LimTrashy bitch, in classy clothesPop that sh*t, then pop them pillsTil I feel like a fancy droneNever catch me at the clubI get high and dance aloneBitch, I’m on that boss sh*tOn that upper echelonYall niggas know what kind of X I’m onYall bitches scared get your sweat shop on.And I’m running everythingWith a mother f*cking sprainWatching the rest of yallGet your rest stops on.I was wearing it firstI’m on that f*ck what you sayIt’s my wayFashion weekI’m out here slayingDressed in like all the latestBitch you know, my money longEverybody sing this song.I’m not even concernedI’m on that f*ck what you sayIt’s my wayFashion weekI’m out here slayingDressed in like all the latestKilling these mother f*ckersAnd sh*tting on all these haters.Everybody sing this songEverybody sing this songEverybody sing this songEverybody sing this song
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