DESIGNER FINE Lyrics

That's my lil' bitch I told her buss it

I'm too high in public, shit I'm bussin

Do this shit like it ain't nothin' cause it ain't none

They wasn't blind I know they seen the signs

Knew I was a star, walk in the room and I just shine

If a nigga said he took something from me that nigga lyin

If I had to do a crime tell me would you wait some time for me

Baby you designer fine, but I can't make you mine

No way, one day this shit gon' catch up to me

She know who I'm with I got my thugs with

Keep them gangsters right around me, they got love for me

Turn you to a viral moment, nigga show me my opponent

You know we gon' slide on it, we can bet like 5 on it

I love how she ride on it, need a shoulder cry on me

I love when you lie with me, hate it when you lie on me

I just can't decide, but you been heavy on my mind

I don't wanna waste your time, girl I just wanna make you mine

Go head baby throw it back, they sending shots we throw 'em back

I'm grindin' and they notice that I'm from the mud ain't goin' back

Broski movin' packs ain't gotta ask I know he strapped

If we got a problem shit I guess we gon' subtract

She ain't fuckin' with you nigga go get you some racks

Flex up with that shit, I guarantee she comin' back

I ain't sellin' drugs, I'm sellin' songs yeah this that crack

I be smokin' thrax, cause this shit help me relax

Now let's talk facts

In my city, you can't lack, cause niggas quick to hit your hat

Gotta watch your back, stay cautious, if you don't, you gettin' whacked

Don't need no gun, yeah, we can scrap

But niggas they don't be on that

You got no choice but get a gat

I know that shit sad, but my mama won't be sad

My son gon' have his dad, and my bitch gon' have a bag

I'ma sit and laugh while I'm smokin' on some gas

Reminiscing bout the past, put that shit right in my past

It don't matter, my pockets they got fatter

And my bitches they got badder

I ain't trippin' bout the bitch I had her, you just had her after

And she make it bounce I call that bitch my favorite clapper

Yeah this your damn world, I don't understand

Give a fuck about your man girl

Come and hold my hand, let me show you who I am

That's my lil' bitch I told her buss it

I'm too high in public, shit I'm bussin

Do this shit like it ain't nothin' cause it ain't none

They wasn't blind I know they seen the signs

Knew I was a star, walk in the room and I just shine

If a nigga said he took something from me that nigga lyin

If I had to do a crime tell me would you wait some time for me

Baby you designer fine, but I can't make you mine

No way, one day this shit gon' catch up to me

Baby you designer fine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

Baby you designer fine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

Baby you designer fine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

Baby you designer fine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

Baby you designer fine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

Baby you designer fine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

No I cannot make you mine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

No I cannot make you mine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

No I cannot make you mine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me

No I cannot make you mine

One day this shit gon' catch up to me