Fashion - Kamaiyah

Miss Maxines we don’t match denim

Designer sneaks with the black

When I hit the scene they all drop

Fresh as can be, they all jock my style

I’m addicted to fashion, fashion

Check my style, oh I be swaggin'

I’m addicted to fashion, fashion

When I I be splashin'

I’m so smooth, I’m so cool

Pull up to the scene and I’m

out the valet they all check my shoe

Bought so many they respect my crew

Call a I need another please

I cannot be seen with a scuff on my sneaks

I prefer sweats, yes, before I rock jeans

Not original then you’re out of my league

Check my cards in, I got a lot of clothes

Tags on my rags there’s a lot of those

Fresh as can be it’s not optional

Cool as a breeze, I’m phenomenal

My style is so different

It cannot be copied

Brave my bitch, I’m dipping

The name’s YaYa, the first name auntie

Miss Maxines we don’t match denim

Designer sneaks with the black

When I hit the scene they all drop

Fresh as can be, they all jock my style

I’m addicted to fashion, fashion

Check my style oh I be swaggin'

I’m addicted to fashion, fashion

When I I be splashin'

I’m addicted to fast money, cars, and fashion

I’m addicted to foreign women with fat asses

I’m addicted to Mary Jane with a passion

Roll it up, inhale, exhale, pass it

Remember when I was chasing hoes, skipping classes

Now, I fill out up in summer clean, versace glasses

Drippin' from my head to feet they call it splashin'

N*gga would hate on me then get your ass kicked

Grew up around some fly niggas, who kept me laced

Next to henny with no chase

My homie told me slow and steady, don’t race

We’re on like a marathon so keep pace

God give me style, God give me grace

I’m trying to blueface

fucking gas to the face

She like my style now that’s good taste

Yeh