Designer

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Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
 I got the guap (yeah)
 You ain't got nada
 I wear a designer, that you desire
 Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
 Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
 I got the guap (yeah)
 You ain't got nada
 I wear a designer, that you desire
 Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
 2020 going up
 Huahwii finna be a star
 Yeah I'm gonna have a milli before I can drive a car
 They all saying congrats
 I ain't even come far
 And I swear this the year that I can stop popping bars
 Alexander McQueen
 She got balmain's her jeans
 Mixed with off-white, Gucci, Louis, Supreme
 It's too good to be true
 Like I'm living a dream
 Mix the Henny with Lean just to get self-esteem (yeah)
 Tell me why, you wanna die
 I've been there a couple of times but
 If you try, you'll be alright
 And I put that on my life girl
 We can get high
 Stay up all night
 Talk about shit while we stare at the sky
 Look me in my eyes
 And say that you're fine
 'Cause I can never say goodbye to you
 Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
 I got the guap (yeah)
 You ain't got nada
 I wear a designer, that you desire
 Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
 Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
 I got the guap (yeah)
 You ain't got nada
 I wear a designer, that you desire
 Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
 Dolce Gabbana, Fendi and Prada
 She looking good in it but I want nada
 Said I'm an ass, and she got a lot of that
 She see the cash, and then she gon holla back
 Ooh she the star in the roof
 Like ohh she tryna fuck in the Coup
 That's true, texting my luck with the boof
 We mix it with Molly then down it with Goose
 You'll be fine, girl that's a promise
 (You'll be Fiiiine)
 She my new found flex, gonna put her in the designer
 They ain't even see my best
 But I know that they wanna
 I need me a vest, 'cause I only take hits
 Told her slide through the text if she tryna get dick
 If you wanna bring a friend, call the Uber to the crib
 Never settled for less, now they wanna see how we live
 Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
 I got the guap (yeah)
 You ain't got nada
 I wear a designer, that you desire
 Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
 Dolce Gabbana, Fendi And Prada
 I got the guap (yeah)
 You ain't got nada
 I wear a designer, that you desire
 Said Imma blow and they called me a liar
 

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Duration
02:50
Key
6
Tempo
103 BPM

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