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Designer
by Frank Doe
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I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Skrrt
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
I want dat check
Dese niggas mad
Dese niggas sad
I’m bout ta flex
I need a jag
Straight paper tag
Whip wit yo ex
We from the O
Call it the fo
Chops to yo neck
Yea yea
We spend the block
Fuck wit my team
Niggas is green
Boy you a opp
I need some lean
Sneak valenteen
Balenci my socks
You niggas dream
Livin like me
Boy you gon flop
50 20s in my safe Uh
I ain’t gotta rob da bank uh
Imma stack dis money
Till it’s flood wit hunnids
Den imma gon and cop da wraith uh
Why dese niggas gotta hate uh
I’m jus tryna flood da state uh
When I get a deal
House up in da hills
Diamonds water Ricky lake
Uh yea yea
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Skrrt
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
I’m bout to blow
I got yo hoe
Down on da low
Give me that throat
Dese niggas broke
Talkin Dey rich
Know Dey a folk
I be the best
Come out the city
Call me da Goat
Yea Yea
Dey know we gon slide
I keep some killers
All on my team
Boy you gon die
We be the realist
Fuck wat you mean
Ain’t gotta lie
A band for the jeans
Loubs on my feet
Da shirt bitch that’s mine
Say Dey real but Dey fake uh
All dese niggas fuck wit jakes uh
Niggas say Dey hunnid
Till Dey run and try ta eat up off a nigga plate uh
Youngin tryna do the race uh
B.B Simon On my waist uh
Swiping debits all in chase but
I Had to stop and clean my face uh
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Skrrt
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Yea
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Skrrt
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
I want dat check
Dese niggas mad
Dese niggas sad
I’m bout ta flex
I need a jag
Straight paper tag
Whip wit yo ex
We from the O
Call it the fo
Chops to yo neck
Yea yea
We spend the block
Fuck wit my team
Niggas is green
Boy you a opp
I need some lean
Sneak valenteen
Balenci my socks
You niggas dream
Livin like me
Boy you gon flop
50 20s in my safe Uh
I ain’t gotta rob da bank uh
Imma stack dis money
Till it’s flood wit hunnids
Den imma gon and cop da wraith uh
Why dese niggas gotta hate uh
I’m jus tryna flood da state uh
When I get a deal
House up in da hills
Diamonds water Ricky lake
Uh yea yea
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Skrrt
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
I’m bout to blow
I got yo hoe
Down on da low
Give me that throat
Dese niggas broke
Talkin Dey rich
Know Dey a folk
I be the best
Come out the city
Call me da Goat
Yea Yea
Dey know we gon slide
I keep some killers
All on my team
Boy you gon die
We be the realist
Fuck wat you mean
Ain’t gotta lie
A band for the jeans
Loubs on my feet
Da shirt bitch that’s mine
Say Dey real but Dey fake uh
All dese niggas fuck wit jakes uh
Niggas say Dey hunnid
Till Dey run and try ta eat up off a nigga plate uh
Youngin tryna do the race uh
B.B Simon On my waist uh
Swiping debits all in chase but
I Had to stop and clean my face uh
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Skrrt
I want designer
I want that foreign
Dripped in Dior
Strapped wit a silence
What’s in my bag
Louie the tag
Gucci the finest
Amiri my jean
Xander McQueen
Call me your highness
Yea Yea