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contrast and augustt - designer lyrics

[intro]
said don’t forget its the contrast
and you’re messing with the second beat
listen see

[hook]
you can ride out with me spend the time of your life
got a little hunny bunny threatening to be my wife
i ain’t playing she’s a hoax acting up being a groupie
and i’d be up here taking more shots than gin-bli

[chorus]
i give my b-tches the louis
i give my b-tches the louis
i give my b-tches the louis

all my n-gg-s wear the gucci
thick b-tches with the jewelery
designers designers designers
shooters coming with the cameras
our blings they define us
i give my b-tches the louis
i give my b-tches the louis
i give my b-tches the louis

fine girls wanna smash us
wearing designers designers
thick b-tches with the cameras
wasting cash cuz we got enough (we got enough)

[verse 1 (contrast)]
well i’m balling in and i’m balling out
man they know what i am about
i wear turtle necks when i’m ploughing chicks so i’ll be slow to c-m its a normal fact
i’m explanatory like the dictionary
your list of girls are in my inventory
we’re the second beat and we blew before you
you out her wishing you could time travel
if he get it you can understand it living in a moment hes a phony
lemme compliment him
lying is my hobby
if he ever think i come in last
there’ll be more lines in that than your lawyers statement
i stoop lower to f-cking your girl inside my bas-m-nt just forget it i’m the king man you are my servants
shout out to all the ladies who turned me down
i’m the contrast b-tch how you like me now

well you say you got cl-ss well i got the school
oh sh-t
you out here paying tuition
n-gg- say he got lines like a metre rule but can’t get bars like the nigerian police station
i f-cked music and out came rap you f-cked music and out came trap
you don’t deserve to be here you messed up
get the door man its time light it up
shut it down
tear this sh-t it’s going down
we turn up

[chorus]
i give my b-tches the louis
i give my b-tches the louis
i give my b-tches the louis

fine girls wanna smash us
wearing designers designers
thick b-tches with the cameras
wasting cash cuz we got enough (we got enough)

[verse 2 (candythesyre)
im balling hard
spending hundred a night for them all
got her twerking on the realest shii
got her dancing to the biggest hit
popping bottles, got her grinding me
zombie walking like designer sh-t
i might take you for a holiday
spin the bottle for a million bands
then she asks me where the condos at
baby i know that you want it
i take it real slow and reverse it
backup real nice like my rollies
boy we just started the show
we shutting it down and you know
pick up the pace its another round
a million pounds in the third account
two million pounds in the real account
i give my b-tches all the luxury
designer shii, boy they love me
candy, candy, candy, candy
sweeter taste, boy she love me
i got ’em trippin for them guccis
i got ’em trippin for them jewelries
i light up cause she flexing

[outro]
and don’t forget its the contrast (augustt)
peace

- contrast and augustt lyrics

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