HIGH FASHION lyrics

by

Joey Trap


[Intro]
Mm, ayy

[Chorus]
High fashion, top rocket, ayy
Your b*tch is a hot pocket, ayy
[?], ayy, she thottin', uh
Every time I link, I think the feds watchin', ayy
Diamonds on my wrist, I'm, in my bed shoppin', ayy
I don't hit the mall no more, we been copped that, uh

[Verse 1]
Bought a private island with your girl poppin', ayy
High fashion, ayy, out pocket
Fly action, ain't no pilot, ayy
I be flexin' on 'em but with no diet
Even when the bank is closed, we still got it
And you know I probably pull up in that Bentley or that Rover
I be off the wax, I don't know when I'm sober
When I'm with your shorty, she wanna sleep over, yee

[Chorus]
High fashion, top rocket, ayy
Your b*tch is a hot pocket, ayy
[?], ayy, she thottin', uh
Every time I link, I think the feds watchin', ayy
Diamonds on my wrist, I'm, in my bed shoppin', ayy
I don't hit the mall no more, we been copped that, yeah
[Verse 2]
And we been did
And you n*ggas S.O.L., how you ain't did sh*t?
Get them bricks, sell dope like n*ggas never been lit
And my rollie light the block up, like it's Christmas, yee

[Outro]
High fashion
You broke, you is not cashin', hold on
You rappers is not snappin', hahaha
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