Sex Drugs Fashion by Rashid St. James Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Got me overdosing on life hoe
Can’t do me like they did Michael
Getting brain in the whip from a crazy bitch
Call that getting psycho

Well alright hoe, I’m spiteful
For the thrill i’ll fuck a dyke hoe
Hella high eyes low
With feelings that she might show

Got a Kenyan friend, that I’m down to hit
But fucking friends, she ain't bout that shit
Get her alone, with patron
Trust me nigga, I doubt that shit

Nigga bout to flip, nigga pop a wheelie
Niggas wish for this shit, nigga shot the genie
Don’t come between me and my goals
What they are, Jehova knows
And I’m faded like wino
She’s inhaling that albino
While I’m digging in that kitty
Im a rapper slash gyno -

Cologist, I sponsor this
Fuck the world nigga no apologies
Bout the paper, college kid
Now run go tell yo momma this

[Chorus]

Vegas nights on acid
Model type with ass’s
All they really want
Sex drugs fashion

And I’m wit it, if you wit
And I’m wit it, if you wit

[Verse 2]

Ohhh I love the models
Ohhh i love the models
Ohhh i love the models
Hhhhhhhmmmmmm
From the backseat of that taxi cab
Bite that lip while I slap that ass
On that shit you never had
That fast love that never last

Remember that, hold it close
Kiss my soul, overdose
Jump on in, roller coast
Got a baggy of that holy ghost

Dosie doe, live mothafucka
Leave your girl with a fly mothafucka
Hating ass nigga, jive mothafucka
Probably why I don’t like mothafuckaz!

X2
Angels in my spliff
Devil on my back
Girl on my dick
World on my sack


[Chorus]

Vegas nights on acid
Model type with ass’s
All they really want
Sex drugs fashion
And I’m wit it, if you wit
And I’m wit it, if you wit……