Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Designer , by - Lil Pump. Release date: 08.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Designer |
| Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school |
| A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video |
| (Yuh, Lil Pump, ooh, yuh, yuh, huh, brr) |
| And the rapper’s name is Lil Pump |
| Yuh, Lil Pump |
| Yuh, huh? |
| (Brr) |
| Yuh, yuh |
| Yuh, yuh |
| Ayy |
| Yuh, yuh, yuh |
| Zaytoven |
| I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes |
| Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze |
| Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove |
| Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold |
| I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes |
| I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes |
| Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze |
| Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold |
| Drive the 'Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot |
| Bitch, this shit will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock |
| Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the ops |
| Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m on the drop, ayy |
| Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh) |
| One million dollars, cash hangin' out my pocket (damn) |
| All these diamonds drippin' on me, feelin' like a water faucet |
| Broke niggas hatin' on me, man, this shit need to stop it |
| Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin' out my city |
| Hit AODs and I’m blowin' straight fifties (brr) |
| In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney |
| Ain’t nobody fuckin' with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy |
| Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr) |
| Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no) |
| I got more money than your father, you can be upset |
| I’m worth a couple millions, bitch, you know I love to flex |
| I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes |
| Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze |
| Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove |
| Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold |
| I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes |
| I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes |
| Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze |
| Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold |