Fashion Killa

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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 and 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

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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, Oliver Peoples

Costume National, your Ann Demeuelemeester

See Visvim be the sneaker, Lanvin or Balmain

Goyard by the trunk, her Isabel Marant

I love your Linda Farrow, I adore your Dior

Your Damir Doma, Vena Cava from the store

I crush down with that top down, bossy see how I ride 'round

Mami in that Tom Ford, Papi in that Thom Browne

Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock

She ball until she fall, that means she shop 'til she drop

And Versace got a lot, but she may never wear it

But she save it so our babies will be flyer than their parents

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, breeze in the coupé

Smilin' is your treasure, you're so well put together

Bags and links, jeans and shoes

Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together

You and me, me and you

Go away together, we could get away forever

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)