Lyrics Walk the beat – Tierra Whack
Walk the beat lyrics
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Alexander Wang with that Helmut Lang
Ghetto fab so I’m still eatin’ chicken wings
Versatile so I can keep switchin’ lanes
I got plenty Janes, I got plenty rings
Ain’t nothin’ to a queen, you ain’t said a thing
But that Jim Carrey, but they bite the slang
Like to call him, like to listen ’cause he wanna hang
He was goin’ nuts so I let him hang
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Raf Simons, Rick Owens
On the runway tip-toein’
Gotta run, gotta get goin’
Yeah, I got the, and my skin glowin’
Told the cashier, “Charge it to my credit card”
Chanel scent, I know he can smell me from afar
Insane on my outfit
Uh-uh, baby, this ain’t even out yet
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goes
Fashion shows, fancy clothes
That’s just the way it goesss
