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Playboi Carti - Fashion Killer Lyrics

[Intro: Playboi Carti]
(Slatt)
Check it out (Slatt)
Carti (Slatt)
(Bitch, buh-buh-buh-buh)
Hold up
2900, nigga (Buh-buh-buh-buh)

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
That chopper dump her (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck her (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Half of my young niggas they stay tweaking, yeah
Pull up to your spot and I start geeking, hol' up (What?)
Man we killed that boy cause he was tweaking (Bup, what?)
And I fucked this ho', when you leaving, hol' up (Bup, bup, what?)
Bitch I been paid
Skeleton AP, that's a real cage, yeah (Buh-buh-buh-buh)
I just poured a deuce in the minute maid
Big slime bitch, yeah I been flame, hol' up
[Chorus: Playboi Carti & Key Glock]
That chopper dump her (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck her (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah (Gang)
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh) (Gang)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Skrr skrr skrr skrr skrr)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29) (Yeah)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh) (Big killer)

[Verse 2: Key Glock]
Yeah, yeah
Bitch I'm a fashion killer (Bitch)
Watch me take your ho and drill her (Watch me take your ay, yeah)
Money long, short temper (Money long, short temper)
Ice on, make you shiver (Ice)
I'm stone cold, get 'em froze like December (Stone Cold)
With my bro, Cash Carti, that's my nigga (That's my bro)
If you play, get it wrong, we go gorilla (Yeah we go) (Buh, buh-buh)
Pull up with them things and there flip you (Yeah we blow)
With the pistols, or the— (Yeah)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
That chopper dump her (Woo, woo)
My money gon' fuck her (Whoa, yeah)
Knock your head off your shoulder (Slatt)
My money got longer (Hey)
That's too many thots, hold up, yeah
Just me and my brother, hold up, yeah
It's too much guap, hold up (Slatt)
It's me and my brother (Buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
Bitch, come pick these bags up (Skrr)
220 my dash, yeah (Woah, buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh-buh)
I'm a fashion killer (Slatt, 29)
I'm a fashion killer (Buh-buh)
(What?)