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Fashion Killa
A$AP Rocky - www.ToxicWap.com
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Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said, her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said, her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa and I'm a jiggy nigga, uh
I said, rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max
My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags
She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce & Gabbana
I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga
I'm sippin' purple syrup, come be my Aunt Jemima
And if you is a rider, we'll go shopping like mañana
Her attitude Rihanna, she get it from her mama
She jiggy like Madonna, but she trippy like Nirvana
'Cause everything designer, her jeans is Helmut Lang
Shoes is Alexander Wang and her shirt the newest Donna Karan
Wearing all the Cartier frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said, her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said, her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said, her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said, I see your Jil Sanders (uh), Oliver Peoples (yeah)
Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester (alright)
See Visvim be the sneaker (uh), Lanvin or Balmain (uh)
Goyard by the trunk (uh), her Isabel Marant (alright)
I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior (uh)
Your Damir Doma (uh), Vena Cava from the store (uh)
I crush down with that top down (yeah), bossy see how I ride 'round (yeah)
Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne (uh)
Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock (uh)
She ball until she fall, that means she shop until she drop (uh)
And Versace got a lot (uh), but she may never wear it
But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents and
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go
Scoop back tees (uh), breeze in the coupé (uh)
Smilin' is your treasure, you're so well put together
Bags and links (uh), jeans and shoes (yeah)
Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together
Baby, you and me (uh), me and you (uh)
Go away together, we could get away forever (yeah)
All emotions clashin', thrashin', someone turn the light out
I met my baby, expressed my passion on my fashion night out
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go (bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killa, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go (I said her pistol go)