Dress To Impress
Dress to impress
Bitch you’z a mess
Got no style got no flava
Get your shit tight
And I’ll holla at you lata
You gotta dress to impress
To make the girls want you
Maybe undress
I must confess
People be lookin at me a lot
I think they just jealous
I just keep my chin up
That’s how I roll
I keeps it hot
Can’t deny
I got style
When the girls pass
They all smile
Dress to impress
Bitch you’z a mess
Got no style got no flava
Get your shit tight
And I’ll holla at you lata
Gear to fresh
Bought a new pair of timbs
They match my new belt
Yea, even my rims
Got more style than louis
Gucci, prada
Just name it
They all fit me
Setting new trends every second
Staying ahead of fashion
Is all I want
Dress to impress
Bitch you’z a mess
Got no style got no flava
Get your shit tight
And I’ll holla at you lata
My shit be tight
You might like it or not
Don’t be hatin
Just admit that I’m hot
The fashion guru
Yes, indeed
Don’t come around with that fubu
Gimme that south pole tee with that rocca wear jacket
New era hat, sean john jeans, still look fly
In my air force ones
Dress to impress
Bitch you’z a mess
Got no style got no flava
Get your shit tight
And I’ll holla at you lata
