Song Lyrics : Fashion Killa by ASAP Rocky



Fashion Killa

Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga
Uh, I said

Rocking, rolling 
Swagging to the max 
My bitch a fashion killer, she be busy poppin' tags (Alright)
She got a lot of Prada 
That Dolce and Gabbana 
I can't forget Escada 
And that Balenciaga 
I'm sippin' purple syrup 
Come be my Aunt Jemima (Right)
And if you is a rider, we'll go shoppin' like mañana (Right)
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 
Wearin' all the Cartier frames
Jean Paul Gaultiers 'cause they match with her persona

Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga

I said I see your Jil Sanders 
Oliver Peoples 
Costume National, your Ann Demeulemeester (Alright)
See Visvim be the sneaker 
Lanvin or Balmain 
Goyard by the trunk 
Her Isabel Marant (Alright)
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 until 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 and

Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go

Scoop back tees 
Breeze in coupe 
Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together (Yeah, alright)
Bags and links 
Jeans and shoes 
Spikes and patent leathers, different fabrics mixed together
Baby, 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
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga
I said her pistol go

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