Fashion Assassins
I'm mean, I'll blow your whole scene
I leave a calling card - my hoop earings
I'm mean, I blow your whole scene
I leave a calling card - my hoop earrings
I kill in the memory of Coco Chanel
Sent to clip fools whose clothes don't fit well
Check it - square toed strappy sandals
Forget the hessian
Try to act natural
You're blowing up and you're turning heads
But we walk in wearing the bomb threads
I make Karl Lagerfeld look like Gargamel
You've got weak knees and that lager smell
If you can't tell I'm the last guard of Hell
Your last chance to sell
You don't bargain well
We've got sonar for faux pas
You've been combining styles with no regard
You'll never see a trace of the fashion assassins
So deeply consider if those colours is clashing
We're the fashion assassins
We put one ass out and one ass in
Yo
I'm the one the game is made for
It may be gold but I'm platinum
That's what I'm paid for
Style maximum
Kills are racking up
Cash is stacking up
I'm not backing up
Hitman supreme all spectacular
Me and my crew start attacking ya
Get ice cream after packing up
High self esteem - way more than yours
Hidden compartment under my floors
Armani tux two samurai swords
Bulletproof vest from Hugo Boss
In mint condition 'cause I never get shot
No scuffs on the lambo
I'm buff like Rambo
Dress less rough but I'm still a rugged man though
Sexy and tough from my head to my damn toes
Can't get enough silk lining in my pants yo
Uh - stealthy like a viper
Slither down the catwalk
Sorry to advise ya
I'm taking you out 'cause you wore a visor
I'm Victoria's Secret Sniper
Know that your crimes aren't minor
Got on the wrong side of fashion designers
They want your outfit thrown in the fire
I'm done with my last hit so now I'm for hire
I'm colour blocking
Never stopping
Acid washing
Persian cotton
My vintage tee is secretly an artillery of killer bees
I'm tailored and tapered
I'm blazered and layered
We're three guys that look fly
Upgrade ya taste before you die
You pair crocs with Fluro socks
Puffer vests with Birkenstock's
Greasy hair, cheap underwear
No fashion flair so put your hands in the air
My sword is Dolce and Gabana
Its an expensive katana
Cut you up like a kabana
Strangle you with my bandana
Kill yo ass
Kill yo ass 'till it's dead
We leave one ass out and one ass in
I leave a calling card - my hoop earings
I'm mean, I blow your whole scene
I leave a calling card - my hoop earrings
I kill in the memory of Coco Chanel
Sent to clip fools whose clothes don't fit well
Check it - square toed strappy sandals
Forget the hessian
Try to act natural
You're blowing up and you're turning heads
But we walk in wearing the bomb threads
I make Karl Lagerfeld look like Gargamel
You've got weak knees and that lager smell
If you can't tell I'm the last guard of Hell
Your last chance to sell
You don't bargain well
We've got sonar for faux pas
You've been combining styles with no regard
You'll never see a trace of the fashion assassins
So deeply consider if those colours is clashing
We're the fashion assassins
We put one ass out and one ass in
Yo
I'm the one the game is made for
It may be gold but I'm platinum
That's what I'm paid for
Style maximum
Kills are racking up
Cash is stacking up
I'm not backing up
Hitman supreme all spectacular
Me and my crew start attacking ya
Get ice cream after packing up
High self esteem - way more than yours
Hidden compartment under my floors
Armani tux two samurai swords
Bulletproof vest from Hugo Boss
In mint condition 'cause I never get shot
No scuffs on the lambo
I'm buff like Rambo
Dress less rough but I'm still a rugged man though
Sexy and tough from my head to my damn toes
Can't get enough silk lining in my pants yo
Uh - stealthy like a viper
Slither down the catwalk
Sorry to advise ya
I'm taking you out 'cause you wore a visor
I'm Victoria's Secret Sniper
Know that your crimes aren't minor
Got on the wrong side of fashion designers
They want your outfit thrown in the fire
I'm done with my last hit so now I'm for hire
I'm colour blocking
Never stopping
Acid washing
Persian cotton
My vintage tee is secretly an artillery of killer bees
I'm tailored and tapered
I'm blazered and layered
We're three guys that look fly
Upgrade ya taste before you die
You pair crocs with Fluro socks
Puffer vests with Birkenstock's
Greasy hair, cheap underwear
No fashion flair so put your hands in the air
My sword is Dolce and Gabana
Its an expensive katana
Cut you up like a kabana
Strangle you with my bandana
Kill yo ass
Kill yo ass 'till it's dead
We leave one ass out and one ass in
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Writer(s): Tyson Mahoney
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