Fashion Killa Lyrics - Longlivea$ap - Asap Rocky

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 

Rocking, rolling, swagging to the max 

My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy popping tags 

She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce and Gabbana 

I can't forget Escada, and that Balenciaga 

I'm sipping 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" 

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 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 

Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe 

Smiling 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 clashing, thrashing, 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