Party On Fashion Lyrics

There's a party on fashion and we got bitches they taxing

I'm off a Dusse and Cookie mix I'm a fuck you with a passion

Thirsty niggas keep looking jealous as fuck they bitch got took

And all my niggas drunk as fuck Doboiii just passed out in the bushes

I'm off that Dusse

I'm off that Bombay

That's cognac and some gin

Babygirl tell your friend

That there's a party on fashion

From the Westside of the trenches

We got bitches on bitches

Hold my drink baby cause I'm about to get so damn vicious

Tell that bitch hold my gun

Not the two I'm the one

And the party ain't gon stop until the cops fucking come

(Let me switch it up)

She's a freak off that rosé

Like how these bitches be coming my way

Hitting me up the whole day

Party on Fashion the address on the way

Pussy be giving me hope

Praying for pussy she calling me pope

High of that pussy I think that she's dope

I know that I fucked I know that you won't

Give a fuck bout a hoe and a bitch want to feel

Hit her one time now that bitch in my grill

She looks like a snack she looks like a meal

I want to know how that shit really feel

She want to know if she really can go

And there's a party on fashion

From the Westside of the trenches

We got bitches on bitches

Hold my drink baby cause I'm about to get so damn vicious

Tell that bitch hold my gun

Not the two I'm the one

And the party ain't gon stop until the cops fucking come

From the Westside of the trenches

We got bitches on bitches

Hold my drink baby cause I'm about to get so damn vicious

Tell that bitch hold my gun

Not the two I'm the one

And the party ain't gon stop until the cops fucking come

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There's a party on fashion

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There's a party on fashion

We got bitches they taxing

Yeah a party on fashion

Got some bitches they taxing

Yeah yeah yeah party on fashion

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