Daoutlet - Fashion Lyrics

Huh yeah
She a fashionista nice to meet ya
She a fashionista nice to meet ya
That bitch is stuck in the plane like Travis
Trynna show you the world trynna to show you the life designer fabrics
Fashion
No stick shift automatic
Bad bitch put all them hoes in the past tense
Uh I'm popping my shit like I got me a band-aid
She ain't moving to right she movin' too slow she might have a bad day
This bitch too bad her name Lindsay keep it on the low though
This bitch too bad her name Lindsay but her on the Lohan
That bitch a star she is a freak she suck it with no hands
That bitch a star she is a freak she movin' like bop dance
She in love with the diamonds in love with the fabrics she love to ball dance
I'm popping my shit on this beat call it's a slow jam
I know she a star imma say it again she hittin' a handstand
Bitch on my phone ain't hittin' me she ain't a main
Bitch on my phone ain't hittin' me she a lame
My bitch gotta dress nice if she not remove the stain
Popping shit like I'm fly collar first to touch the rain
Hittin' notes like she Prince purple garm to shield the pain