Fashion Killa

My baby is real
Issie Miyaki
Michael Amiri
Louboutin all on her heel
Dior on her back
Louboutin on feet
But this ain't a Christian girl
She a fashion killer,
I'm a killer the way I be poppin' the pills
You woulda thought
That I woulda thought
"Xanax only way I'm gonna heal"
I ain't sippin' on drink
I'm sippin' on lean and I'm crackin' the seals

And Mae don't like when I'm drugged up
But she knows that I'm fucked up
I see the look in her eyes
She hate that shit when I lie
I thought she was cheatin' with guys
When she had Amiri all on her thighs
I had Issie Miyaki on mine
That got Mae thinkin' that maybe I'm bi
I bought a new watch, they ask "why?"
I'm just buyin' time
And if I'm lookin' for a misplaced watch
I'm only losin' time
No, I can't lose no time
No, I can't lose no time
So I'll just buy
Another piece of time
Ex-girl want peace of mind
But that would take peace from mine

Yeah, I had peace, she'd take that
30 on a Beamer, 80 on a Maybach
30 on a Percocet, make Mae mad
Shout out CD, yeah, we go way back
If he try to run away, gun up and I'ma chase that
Gotta make it fun today, gun that came with a gray strap
Fucking on a slut today really it make my bae mad
Pocket full of money, I'm lookin' fatter than Baymax
They say what I say is mean, but I mean what I say, tell me why else would I say that?
Your bitch is a bum and your clique full of bitches
It's time for you to face that

My baby is real
Issie Miyaki
Michael Amiri
Louboutin all on her heel
Dior on her back
Louboutin on feet
But this ain't a Christian girl
She a fashion killer
I'm a killer the way I be poppin' the pills
You woulda thought
That I woulda thought
"Xanax only way I'm gonna heal"
I ain't sippin' on drink
I'm sippin' on lean and I'm crackin' the seals

And Mae don't like when I'm drugged up
But she knows that I'm fucked up



Credits
Writer(s): Yuvraj Verma
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