Lyrics:
[Chorus - Snoop Dogg]
Ma! I think it's safe to say
You ain't seen a playa lay this way
Or playa game this way
Wit a attitude, like - and ya don't
of his fashion
Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses
And they left breast (Yes!)
Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion
Cops couldn't page 'em,
of his fashion
Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses
And they left breast (Yes!)
Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion
Cops couldn't page 'em,
baby
You and me forever
That Wonder Woman wit da Doja cat
No disrespect
I’m just sayin’
I’d kill bill for that Lucy Liu
High fashion stallion come be my
wit' that guy?
So you gettin' back to this dude wit' the foul attitude
Shoot he made another bad move sayin' that
Girls shouldn't wear baseball caps
You see me
Mm
It gets better
Love you wit a passion
Love isn't a fashion, don't cash in
Mm
It gets better
Don't need no one to save you
But shorty ima
Yeah, we the young new wave wit' the beef
Yeah, we the young new wave wit' the word
(Word)
Yeah, we the young new wave wit' the bitches
Yeah, we
a diplomatic fashion too
I shine wit bonnie matching you
When I go international a diplomatic fashion too
I shine wit bonnie matching you
Know no ass is fatter
With the attitude to splash hard
For some major play
After grinding hard
It ain't safe
It ain't sweet
I be in my streets
On my ten toes down
The trenches
I can be a classy ass chick
Or a ghetto hood bitch
Either way
I know you feeling the attraction
High fashion when I drip
I know you wanna sip
Tell
You can do it put yo back into it ( girl )
Want that ass show mo attitude ( girl )
Gotta work it like a full time job
Or a black girl neck when you
The Glocky it gon spray
I ain't gon wait
The grim reaper send
The sneakers they be squeaky clean
I got Celine the fashion beast
Quit tweaking know you really
never had no guidance ya attitude the problem I can’t blame this on yo mama you hurt to the bottom wish she left you in a condom I get that from my
think I'm famous
Now I'm riding around with the top down in the city of lost angels
Rocking clothes wit no fashion like what's that this shit nameless
So
number I couldn't get her name
I said I still like your style of fashion
But I hate your hostile 'itty attitude wit a passion
Is it because brothers
so active
Attitude bad, she a bad bitch
Attachments
Attachments
Attachments
Attachments
Shawty wanna talk high fashion
I just wanna get so active
Aye passion yeah she love me with a passion
And she love how I'm swagging Fashion Action
She get into it with the action
And these pussy niggas
all lemme hold something uh
No attitude and u mood right yea
Having dinner under moonlight yea
God blessed u say gazoontight yea
Left handed but this
that shit
Cuz I'm in control
My bitch got an attitude
Like she ready to go
We leaving ain't yet
My nigga O just walked in da door
Give me a minute
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All I know was, that she wasn't see through
Different color hair, something like her attitude
I didn't know your name
But
can keep the Attitude better yet bihh Yo Can go I Finger roll And get em gone
Schoolgirls In the Trap house they just Tryna catch a vibe
Fashion nova
of his fashion
Bitches wit SP stitches on they asses
And they left breast (Yes!)
Let's get dressed and toast to the occasion
Cops couldn't page 'em,
flips when it's fallin
My trap phone still jinkin I'm tryna ignore it
This shxt ain't no fashion ii keep me a 40
40 to his face like a drunk uncle
Ii
number, I couldn't get her name
I said I still like your style of fashion
But I hate your hostile, 'itty attitude wit a passion
Is it because brothers
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