Soundtracks - Fashion k**a by A$AP Rocky lyrics

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Soundtracks - Fashion k**a by A$AP Rocky lyrics

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 k**a, and I'm a trendy n***a 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 k**a, and I'm a jiggy n***a I said Rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max My b**ch a fashion k**a, she be busy poppin' tags She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce & Gabanna 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 shoppin' 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 Wearin' 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 k**a, and I'm a trendy n***a 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 k**a, and I'm a jiggy n***a 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, boys 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 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 k**a, and I'm a trendy n***a 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 k**a, and I'm a jiggy n***a I said Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe Smiling is your treasure, you're so well put together I see bags and rings, jeans and shoes Spikes and patent leathers if the fabric makes you different You and me, me and you, Go away together, we could get away forever All emotions clashing, thrashing, someone turned the light out I met my baby, expressed my pa**ion, 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 k**a, and I'm a trendy n***a 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 k**a, and I'm a jiggy n***a I said her pistol go...

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