Fashionova Lyrics

Whoa whoa Anthony

Oooh thats that shit

What just ya know

You're funny

what I'm funny how, like funny I'm a clown, I amuse you

This that shit that you want

I'll put the opp in a blunt, leave that pussy boy leakin

Like his time of the month

This shit funny got me laughin' at lil' bitch

The front dont need no halfback aint no quarter backs in this bitch

And I aint passin' shit, I'm lit

They runnin quick, Mike Vick

Mash the gas, it'sloud as shit

Push a button, I'm gone

They pushin' start, before they quit

I'm the shit, they just pissed

Takin shots

Changin' lanes

Had a dream that I was swimmin' in the soda (in the soda)

Woke up out the coma, almost sent 'em to Jehovah

Orange Fantas, see my homie's whippin Rova's

She dripped in Louis V but shaped like Fashionova

Yea Yeahhh

Swimmin in the soda

She dripped in Louis V but shaped like Fashionova

Yea Yeahhh

Send 'em to Jehovah

On my momma I will send'em to Jehovah

It's a party in the streets, look like Macy's Day Parade

My crew do like Simon say, I'll put De Niro on his fade

Raging bull is getting paid, yacht club down in Saint-Tropez

All the places, I've done stayed, think my passport need new page

Hit that back door durin' a rave, that boy smooth like Johnny Cage

And there ain't no getting saved, she on her knees just like she prays

The G-Wag black and sage, I'll wash the money with these waves

Had a dream that I was swimmin' in the soda (in the soda)

Woke up out the coma, almost sent 'em to Jehovah

Orange Fantas, see my homie's whippin Rova's

She dripped in Louis V but shaped like Fashionova

Yea Yeahhh

Swimmin in the soda

She dripped in Louis V but shaped like Fashionova

Yea Yeahhh

Send 'em to Jehovah

On my momma I will send'em to Jehovah