Lyrics Fashion Killa (Mix Version) - 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
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
Scoop
back
tees,
breeze
in
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
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