The Runway

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Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway

My style is on fleek, your style is too cheap
I'm all in my bag, that's why I don't sleep
I throw a lot of shade, like damn, I can't see
I'm all caked up, guess what, you can't eat
I'm really bout to spaz on all these ew bums
I walked on the lot, no need for test runs
The status ain't hood, he ain't a veteran
I'm quick to run a fade, come get your hair done
I bring new meaning to cats that got tongues
Flow so hot you have to use tongs
I'm chilling in the tub so call me Rev. Run
I'm quick to pop off like using a handgun

Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway

Once upon a time, a guy from Southside, I flew to Chi Town, I met my boyfriend
I told em that I rapped, I kicked a freestyle, I added some ad-libs, I just went all in
Next thing you know he all up on the Gram, he telling his best friends, like damn my man rap
Little did he know I was fooling around, like girls with good weave my shit be down pat
My shit be down pat, I rock the best clothes
The drink is on ice, my wrist is on froze
Ion't leave the club until the doors closed
I stepped on the stage and struck the best pose

Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway
Bitch, I look like I'm fresh off the runway



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Writer(s): Jarrett Johnson
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