ANGEL HAZE lyrics : "Echelon"
Color Komodo dragon
My (*##$ looks like she Jasmine
My ^!$$% looks like Aladdin
NKOTB, (*##$ all these (*##$es is has beens
I CPR'd the game and now all these (*##$es is gasping
I be on that other, ^!$$% don't get me aggy
I'm Mrs. Fatality, endings do not be happy
These loser $$# (*##$es know I never gotta stunt,
Talk behind my back cause they never in the front
(*##$, bow down, better give me what I want,
Feed me berries out in Paris while I'm counting my croissant
These (*##$es is awful and me I spit that gospel
That lyrical biblical holy ghost, Pentecostal
And (*##$, don't run up on me
I give the fade to who want me
And you don't want that shade,
You better off where it's sunny
And I don't need no friends,
(*##$, I'm better off with my money
Just alert the $#&@ing masses
And let 'em know that it's coming
Like
I was wearing it first
I'm on that $#&@ what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
(*##$ you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that $#&@ what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Killing these mother$#&@ers
And %#@!ting on all these haters
I'm in that new school G5 wagon
Color Komodo dragon
Riding beside a baddie that only cares about fashion
I'm in that new school R8 Spyder
I'm not known as messiah
Riding beside a baddie that only wants to get higher
I'm in that brand new Murcielago
On my way out to Cabo
Riding beside a baddie
That's never once left Toronto
I was wearing it first
I'm on that $#&@ what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
(*##$ you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that $#&@ what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Killing these mother$#&@ers
And %#@!ting on all these haters
I like to brag alone
$#&@ dudes in rag and bone
Obsess over chicks who look like Mary Kate and Ashley clones
Helmut Lang and Philip Lim
Trashy (*##$, in classy clothes
Pop that %#@!, then pop them pills
'Til I feel like a fancy drone
Never catch me at the club
I get high and dance alone
(*##$, I'm on that boss %#@!
On that upper echelon
Y'all ^!$$%s know what kind of
Y'all (*##$es scared get your sweat shop on
And I'm running everything
With a mother $#&@ing sprain
Watching the rest of y'all
Get your rest stops on
I was wearing it first
I'm on that $#&@ what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
(*##$ you know my money long
Everybody sing this song
I'm not even concerned
I'm on that $#&@ what you say, it's my way
Fashion week, I'm out here slaying
Dressed in like all the latest
Killing these mother$#&@ers
And %#@!ting on all these haters
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
Everybody sing this song
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