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lil ghost - death in designer lyrics

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[ jay creep, intro ]

(yuh)

(aye)

[ jay creep, verse 1 ]

-broke motherf-cker tryna hit a l!ck
online being tough as sh-t-

but in the flesh you gon’ fold
k!ll or be k!lled is what i’ve been told
tryna act funny, b-tch you gon’ get trolled

diego on the beat, my wigga don’t bend
tired of my job, that sh-t dead end
let’s get check
i’m tryna spend

-rather be sad in a benz truck
lately just been my dumb luck-

f-ck
don’t get in my way
you think you’re the wave
you’re only the prey
hoe

i be the ocean
full of emotion
give me the potion
to feel the motion

six, six, six b-tch you know what it is
you ain’t talkin’ money then i don’t hear sh-t

tryna get the fast car
all carbon fiber
while my pockets wider
dress in designer
just to die nicer

you stay flexin’
all of that lame sh-t

i’m decomposing in gucci
worms thinking i’m boujee

you ain’t talking money, then i don’t hear sh-t
(x3)

[ lil ghost , intro ]

-yuh
yuh
(lil h-llrazer)
aye, lil ghost-

(yuhhh)

aye!

[ lil ghost , verse 2 ]

i got balenciaga on my toes
b-tch you know my neck and wrist, it stay froze (burrr!)

been rockin’ that gucci
rockin’ that louis
yo b-tch she a rat
look like ratatouille

got lean in my cup
you all know i’m up
been catching them xans
fuego got them bands

been rockin’ with demons since 200666 (six, six, six!)
satan’s whispers in my ear telling me crucifix
syrup drip down my lip when i’m hitting these l!cks
p-ssyboi get no-scoped with them extendo clips (argh!)

leave yo -ss in the dirt (brrt!)
keep the stick by my hips
if you think i’m just talking
just know i don’t miss

shoot em, (bop! bop! pop! bap!)
skrrt! (skrrt)
skrrt off in the lamb
skrrt! (skrrt)
my ni—s go ham (aye you know b-tch!)

we smokin’ all grams
backwoods in my hands

two blunts to the face, and i ain’t beat the case
and i ain’t did the race, i just put y’all to place
i tie up your career like i do my shoelace
underworld overlord swing a fiery mace

and i swing it at your head, melt your face off (face off!)
call me future, b-tch i call that sh-t ‘mask off’ (mask off!)
poured a pint of the lean, but with no cough -cough-
dressed in all white, match the whip, then i takeoff (ahahaha!)

[ outro ]

(death in designer)
(x2)

death in designer
death in designer
we death in designer
we smokin’ the finer

smokin’ the finer
smokin’ the finer
we death in designer
we death in designer

dress down in designer
we death in designer
we death in designer
b-tch

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