Fashion Week Lyrics - Steel Banglez

Steel Banglez 

Shit (shit) 

Look 

She smell like Yves Saint Laurent 

My garms were from Italy, I feel like the don 

Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Louis Vuitton 

Saw her favourite rapper listen now she feeling my song 

Everything she do is for the media 

I might duck your food and bredrin I don't need ya 

Her exes always tryna follow I'mma lead ya 

Her body tight she looking hot up like a fever 

Got me looking eager 

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I only trust girls on days that don't end with a Y 

Don't ask why you can't ever see trust 

Catch up, you could never keep up 

Wrist froze if I ever freeze up 

You no say we flex and cheques so we like 

You know she moneyman she turned blind eye 

Oooo five bags that's a bad night 

Oooo we getting money now she like, like 

Fucked her with the blindfold she ugly like me 

She no say nothin' she just thought I was a freak 

You can get all cocky when I see you on the streets 

Not like a nigga you don't want beef 

You know that they do this for real mama 

You know that they catch and they kill mama 

You know that I'm feeling your style mama 

You know you got a love for the whole summer 

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She smell like Yves Saint Laurent 

My garms were from Italy, I feel like the don 

Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Louis Vuitton 

Saw her favourite rapper listen now she feeling my song 

Everything she do is for the media 

I might duck your food and bredrin I don't need ya 

Her exes always tryna follow I'mma lead ya 

Her body tight she looking hot up like a fever 

Got me looking eager 

Remy in my cup got me seeing every peng ting twice 

Now I'm feeling nice, no mixer just ice 

She said I'm too cold, baby that's the ice 

Free my niggas that are scrubs doing deals for the rice 

You're taking pics but will you back the beef 

I'm a VIP, for real, with these stacks on me 

Trynna beef with who I love that's a catastrophe 

Cos we came up from the mud like its Glastonbury 

Fendi on my belt match my pretty brown miss 

My Henny's super red thats some expensive brown piss 

She said she wants tequila but I ain't about this 

I don't really drink Patron when I ain't around MIST 

And I hate makeup thats a choice tho 

Rest assured you can't get up in this Royce tho 

I'm up on all of my opps as far as points go 

Cos no one's copping what we're copping with this coin flow 

She smell like Yves Saint Laurent 

My garms were from Italy, I feel like the don 

Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Louis Vuitton 

Saw her favourite rapper listen now she feeling my song 

Everything she do is for the media 

I might duck your food and bredrin I don't need ya 

Her exes always tryna follow I'mma lead ya 

Her body tight she looking hot up like a fever 

Got me looking eager 

She smell like Yves Saint Laurent 

My garms were from Italy, I feel like the don 

Paris Fashion Week I'm watching Louis Vuitton 

Saw her favourite rapper listen now she feeling my song 

Everything she do is for the media 

I might duck your food and bredrin I don't need ya 

Her exes always tryna follow I'mma lead ya 

Her body tight she looking hot up like a fever 

Got me looking eager 

Steel Banglez 

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