Angel Haze - Echelon Lyrics
I'm in that new school G5 wagonColor Komodo dragonMy ***** looks like she JasmineMy nigga looks like AladdinNKOTB, ***** - all these *****es is has beensI CPR'd the game and now all these *****es is gaspingI be on that other, nigga don't get me aggyI'm Mrs. Fatality, endings do not be happyThese loser ass *****es know I never gotta stunt,Talk behind my back cause they never in the front*****, bow down, better give me what I want,Feed me berries out in Paris while I'm counting my croissantThese *****es is awful and me I spit that gospelThat lyrical biblical holy ghost, PentecostalAnd *****, don't run up on meI give the fade to who want meAnd you don't want that shade,You better off where it's sunnyAnd I don't need no friends,*****, I'm better off with my moneyJust alert the *****ing massesAnd let 'em know that it's comingLikeI was wearing it firstI'm on that ***** what you say, it's my wayFashion week, I'm out here slayingDressed in like all the latest***** you know my money longEverybody sing this songI'm not even concernedI'm on that ***** what you say, it's my wayFashion week, I'm out here slayingDressed in like all the latestKilling these mother*****ersAnd shitting on all these hatersI'm in that new school G5 wagonColor Komodo dragonRiding beside a baddie that only cares about fashionI'm in that new school R8 SpyderI'm not known as messiahRiding beside a baddie that only wants to get higherI'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 ***** what you say, it's my wayFashion week, I'm out here slayingDressed in like all the latest***** you know my money longEverybody sing this songI'm not even concernedI'm on that ***** what you say, it's my wayFashion week, I'm out here slayingDressed in like all the latestKilling these mother*****ersAnd shitting on all these hatersYo, I like to brag alone***** dudes in rag and boneObsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clonesHelmut Lang and Philip LimTrashy *****, in classy clothesPop that shit, then pop them pills'Til I feel like a fancy droneNever catch me at the clubI get high and dance alone*****, I'm on that boss shitOn that upper echelonY'all niggas know what kind of x I'm onY'all *****es scared get your sweat shop onAnd I'm running everythingWith a mother *****ing sprainWatching the rest of y'allGet your rest stops onI was wearing it firstI'm on that ***** what you say, it's my wayFashion week, I'm out here slayingDressed in like all the latest***** you know my money longEverybody sing this songI'm not even concernedI'm on that ***** what you say, it's my wayFashion week, I'm out here slayingDressed in like all the latestKilling these mother*****ersAnd shitting on all these hatersEverybody sing this songEverybody sing this songEverybody sing this songEverybody sing this song
