Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DESIGNER, artist - CHIKA. Album song INDUSTRY GAMES, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: CHIKA, Warner
Song language: English
DESIGNER |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
I don’t want no off-brand, you know I need quality |
Love that’s based on equality |
Fuck that reverse psychology |
I go through hella obstacles, so my home life just gotta be |
A place where I can roll a J, enjoy my day in harmony |
I got a lot on my mind |
They got a lot of shit planned |
I think they robbin' me blind |
But I’m the person that stuck out my hand |
Yeah, I’m the person that stuck out they neck |
They take it all but I’m writtin' the check |
And if I’m goin' higher, I try to inspire |
By tellin' my riders to hop on a jet |
Got more issues that don’t show in pictures |
My bitches don’t ever expect |
Live in my feelings, it’s not so appealing |
My head steady reeling, I’m tryna connect |
Promise I’m dealing, get high as the ceiling |
It help in concealing, mistake and regret |
I’m fuckin' set |
Why would I want that dead weight around? |
I’m not gon' wait around |
Bitch, I’ll be on to the next |
Bitch, I’m a star |
Frontin' on me is just frontin' yourself |
You won’t make it too far |
Everyone bankin' on me, gettin' lots of that green |
I’m exclusively pullin' that card, my shit is hard |
I’m 'bout to blow |
Fuck negativity, hoe |
Get it together or go |
I got more shit to handle, I don’t need a scandal |
Unless it’s the show |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
No more, fake love |
Fake love, fake nah, nah |
I want designer, -signer, -signer |
'signer, 'signer, 'signer, 'signer |
I need designer |
Wished on a star for a rider |
Think I need a fighter |
If I’m too blunt, be a lighter |
I need designer |
Wished on a star for a rider |
Think I need a fighter |
If I’m too blunt, be a lighter, yeah |
I flew you out 'cause I knew that you needed a plan |
Story of us convoluted, I gotta dilute it |
Fuck where we began |
Bottom line, you hurt this heart of mine |
Damn, this how we end? |
You needed bank and I needed a friend |
We used each other I guess, I gave more and got less |
But the issue is not what I spent |
Problem has never been greed |
Problem is all that I need |
I’m a sunflower that feel like a seed |
I’m screamin' «Water me!» |
You like, «This bitch got way too many needs» |
And to be honest, I know what you mean |
So instead of me makin' a scene |
I’m just gon' make it a hit |
If somebody told me you’d dip, I’d think they off the weed |
Or off the Molly |
But thinkin' forever is folly |
You think I changed since I moved to North Holly' |
I’m in my lane, I don’t bother nobody |
I still got my Kia, don’t drive a Bugatti |
If you ain’t got no one, you know that you got me |
Send love from afar, got a feeling you copy |
I’m not in the place that I was when you caught me |
But I’ma got on, ain’t a loss that can stop me |
Yeah, this my life now |
No lookin' back, tunnel visions, I dreamed of right now |
It’s nothing missing, the distance somethin' to write 'bout |
I’ll let you hear it, you fear it when it get typed out |
Hmm |
I see Twitter got you bitter lately |
The internet done turned a summer to the winter lately |
Burned out the fire, went from bumming it to winning, baby |
Time to eat your words, you’re late for dinner, baby |
I ain’t no beginner, baby |
Humbly admit it, I’m a sinner, baby |
I made mistakes but I own up to that |
And I’m «on» all the time |
When I’m in private, I don’t have to act |
But you like to reverse it, flip that script like fuckin' acrobats |
You talented |
I’m over tip-toein' around the problems, honey |
I been steady cryin' and dyin', it ain’t about the money |
And just for perspective, projections tell me that more is comin' |
I’m a hot commodity |
Do you see what I’m 'bout to be? |
You dizzy, bitch you gotta be |
Get off of me |
Leave with all you got from me |
You novice, bein' honest, I’m a prodigy |
Fulfillment of a prophecy |
You know that this the truth, it feel like gospel, G |
I exorcise the mind, I’m like lumosity |
So fuck what you done costed me |
I’m 'bout to get it back, I’m thinkin' ten fold |
I’m learnin' from our story, 'cause it’s been told |
I need someone who’s down for all the clouds |
I’m talkin' ten toes and two hearts and one soul |
This passive shit, it gets old |
It gets old |
Farewell, my love |
You’ve been alone before |
I know you’ll fare well, my love (Farewell, my love) |
Farewell, my love |
You’ve been alone before |
I know you’ll fare well, my love |