Ghetto

[Chorus:]
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.

[Verse 1:]
Rockin', rollin', swaggin' to the max,
My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin' tags.
She got a lotta Prada, that Dolce and Gabbana,
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 Gaultier's ‘cause they match with her persona.

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[Verse 2:]
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 till 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.

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[Bridge:]
Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe,
Smilin' 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 clashin', thrashin', someone turn the light out.
I met my baby, expressed my passion on my fashion night out.

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