High Fashion

Who knows, how can I win
Oh man, where have I been 
I feel your pain, so real
Hi there, one more sin
I probably got a third bitch saying that I’m lying
I don’t even care bout your life, ain’t no mine
You pulled up 40 by that time I had been dying 
Hop out of the Porch, yea, bitch, I got shine
I like the beat
I like the stop
I like the scene
Baby, where can I start
I might turn around your culture cause it’s all my life about
I sincerely hope that you, Will, easily can work it out
Let’s just have a little fun, remaining hours
I believe that I can take it really slow (Take it slow)
Maybe we could get some weed and make it faster (Hmm)
Maybe we could only fuck and nothing more
Nothing more
Nothing more
Nothing more
Nothing more
I got that bitches - Yamaha
Top down that bitches in garage
New place I visit in and out
High fashion, put it out (put it out)
I got that bitches - Yamaha
Top down that bitches in garage
New place I visit in and out
High fashion, put it out
Put it out, girl
Put it out, girl
I got everything
In and out, girl
I got evil
I got rival
I don’t need it
I go viral
I got dishes
That’s what I know
That’s ambitious
That’s where I’ll go
What’s your digits
What’s your inflow
Irreligious
Read your bible (Amen)
I’m like wow
In a way
That your sole
Doesn’t fade
I’m alone
Every day
I got hoes
That’s a wave
No one ever spoke
About it
Kinda lame
That’s my fame
Ya all same
I don’t really give a damn
What’s your game
I'm a flame
Fix your aim
Spinning frame
Counterclaim
You already know my name
I got that bitches - Yamaha
Top down that bitches in garage
New place I visit in and out
High fashion, put it out
I got that bitches - Yamaha
Top down that bitches in garage
New place I visit in and out
High fashion, put it out
I got that bitches - Yamaha
Top down that bitches in garage
New place I visit in and out
High fashion put it out (Put it out)
I got that bitches - Yamaha (In my heart)
Top down that bitches in garage (Bitches in my garage)
New place I visit in and out
High fashion put it out