Текст песни (слова) Tyga - Designer lyrics

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The Watch Cost Me too;
Your b*tch, free

[Hook]
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
I f*cked your b*tch in Cavalli

All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
I f*cked your b*tch in Versace, nig*a

All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
I f*cked your b*tch in Cavalli

All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
I f*cked your b*tch in Versace, nig*a

Snakeskin, D.R., that was last spring
Ni*gas blogging now cause I got that gold thing
Make these b*tches scream, makes these pus*ies pop
Killing ni*gas for no reason, Trayvon

This that Zimmerman, that drop head, they photoshop
That real shit, my ni*gas 'bout, your flaws out, I floss it out
My d*ck hard, it's in your broad, I swear to God, I pulled it out
My squirt Game, on her face

I d*ck slap her, now I'm Dick Tracy
Pea coat, c-notes, nig*as talking 'bout G's, though
Honey cocaine took one for the team though

That's real sh*t, I love her to death
I f*ck a b*tch until she ain't wet
Destroy your life with one check
Just made another million dollars, ni*ga, what's next?

[Hook]
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
I f*cked your b*tch in Cavalli

All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
All my sh*t designer
I f*cked your b*tch in Versace, nig*a

[Outro]
One verse, one hearse
'Bout to start bringing that
Sh*t out on y'all bitch a*s ni*gas