DESIGNER Lyrics

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Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

I'm too cold, fresh and clean, I'm rocking that vintage Celine

My fit cold, rockstar shit, only designer my jeans

Diamonds they froze, I don't need a light, I shine bright with brand new VV's

Pretty little vibe, she fuck with my swag, addicted to me like a fein

I'm outta my body

I'm outta my body

I fuck on lil shawty

This vibe got a hell of a body

This hoe a lil freak, she get on my nerves, I'm finna go do something about it

I'm talking about going all night, we off them drugs, we popped us a Molly

I'm coming in hots, I'm bringing that heat, I swear Ima kill the whole summer

Ima making these plays, I'm running a blitz

no bitch I'm never going fumble

On top of the charts, I'm up with the highest, you know imma run up them numbers

Ima talk my shit, Ima die by respect, lil bitch

you know ima stunna

Lil mami she wearing that Prada,

I'm wearing that vintage Celine

I mix it up with the balency, something these hoes ain't never going see

I walk like I talk it, I keep my that f&n tucked inside of my jeans

I'm getting big trucks loads, full of that bank roll, bitch I'm a money machine

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

I'm too cold, fresh and clean, I'm rocking that vintage Celine

My fit cold, rockstar shit, only designer my jeans

Diamonds they froze, I don't need a light, I shine bright with brand new VV's

Pretty little vibe, she fuck with my swag, addicted to me like a fein

Shawty she tuff uh

Shawty wanna fuck let's go

She bouncing that ass, huh I'm stroking that pussy, I'm beating it up

Ain't playing no games with you hoes, put racks on ya head, ya time is up

Fuck around and find out, bitch we on ya ass, you know I don't give no fucks

I'm losing my mind

I'm losing my mind

I pop me a Percocet, sip on that lean, I'm feeling too fried

Designer on me, my looks they kill, like Jason did on a Friday

I put that shit on bitch I'm bout it

Applying the pressure I'm dialed in

I'm riding around that motherfucking blick,

I'm riding around that motherfucking stick

I stay on alert, my eye on these hoes, I see thru the lies on these son of bitches

I came from the mud, I'm straight out the trenches, I keep me f&n stick with the switches

I'm going insane, shit finna get dangerous, you know imma ride lil bitch I'm malicious

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

Designer my frames, designer my shirt, designer my kicks yea

I'm too cold, fresh and clean, I'm rocking that vintage Celine

My fit cold, rockstar shit, only designer my jeans

Diamonds they froze, I don't need a light, I shine bright with brand new VV's

Pretty little vibe, she fuck with my swag, addicted to me like a fein