ASAP Rocky - Fashion Killa lyrics

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Her pistol go, her pistol go

I said her pistol go

Cause she a fashion killa

And I’m a trendy nigger

I said her pistol gold

Her pistol gold

I said her pistol gold

Cause she a fashion killa

And I’m a jiggy nigga

I said

Ricking, rolling

Swagging to the max

My bitch a fashion killa

She be busy popping tags

Shee got a lot of Prada

That Dolce&Gabbana

I can’t forget Escada

And that Balenciaga

I’m sipping purple syrup

Come be my aunt Jemima

And if you is a ride

We’ll go shopping like manana

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 like

The newest Donna Karan

Wearing all the Cartier frames

Jean Paul Gaultier

Cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go, her pistol go

I said her pistol go

Cause she a fashion killa

And I’m a trendy nigger

I said her pistol gold

Her pistol gold

I said her pistol gold

Cause she a fashion killa

And I’m a jiggy nigga

I said

I see your Jill Sanders

Oliver People’s, Costume national

Your Ann Demeulemeester

See Visvim be the sneaker

Lanvin or Balmain

Goyard bu 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

Boys see how I ride around

Mamiin 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 until she drop

And Versace, got a lot

But she never may wear it

But she save it so

Our babies will be flyer

Than their parents

Her pistol go, her pistol go

I said her pistol go

Cause she a fashion killa

And I’m a trendy nigger

I said her pistol gold

Her pistol gold

I said her pistol gold

Cause she a fashion killa

And I’m a jiggy nigga

I said

Scoop back tease, breeze

In the coupe

Smiling is your treasure

You’re so well put together

Bags and jeans and jeans and shoes

Spikes and patent leather

If the fabric makes you different

You be me, me be you

Go away together

We could get away forever

All emotions clashing, trashing

Someone turned the light out

I’m at my baby

Stretched my passion

On my fashion night out

Her pistol go, her pistol go

I said her pistol go

Cause she a fashion killa

And I’m a trendy nigger

I said her pistol gold

Her pistol gold

I said her pistol gold