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lil pump - designer (remix) lyrics

[intro: blac youngsta & lil pump]
look at your lil’ b-tch -ss
haha (zay t, hold on)
i, i could see, i could see the motherf-ckin’ hate through your motherf-ckin’ eyes, boy (yeah, lil pump)
don’t wanna look at your -ss when i talk to you (huh, yeah)
i know you a hater (yeah, huh, brr)
i could see your whole motherf-ckin’ future (yeah, lil pump)
i’ma, let me, i’m finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah)
sh-t (yeah, yeah)
you ain’t got sh-t (yeah)
you ain’t gon’ never have sh-t, you ain’t gon’ be sh-t
god told me you gon’ be sh-t

[chorus: lil pump]
ayy, i got fast cars, bad b-tches and designer clothes
couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
spanish b-tches b-tt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
i got fast cars, bad b-tches and designer clothes
i got fast cars, bad b-tches 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

[verse 1: lil pump]
drive the ‘rari off the lot, f-ck my wrist up with the pot
b-tch, this sh-t will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
couple hoes up on a yacht, i can not f-ck with the opps
b-tch, i made it to the top, go to cl-ss, 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 (d-mn)
all these diamonds drippin’ on me, feelin’ like a water faucet
broke n-ggas hatin’ on me, man, this sh-t need to stop it
lil pump the freshest n-gga comin’ out my city
hit aod’s and i’m blowin’ straight fifties (brr)
in the kitchen whippin’ whitney, sippin’ lean, i lost my kidney
ain’t n0body f-ckin’ with me off the xan, i squeeze a t-tty, ayy
dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
b-tch, i’m on the lean, i can’t pop no percocet (no)
i got more money than your father, you can’t be upset
i’m worth a couple millions, b-tch, you know i love to flex

[chorus: lil pump]
i got fast cars, bad b-tches and designer clothes
couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
spanish b-tches b-tt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
i got fast cars, bad b-tches and designer clothes
i got fast cars, bad b-tches 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

[verse 2: blac youngsta]
all that f-ckin’ talkin’, you gon’ make me hop out (hop out)
if you not talkin’ money, you gon’ make me walk out (walk out)
i talk real guns, i don’t bring no prop out (props)
you can’t go to war with me and try to cop out (cop)
i run over all my b-tches and they still love me (gang)
i break bread with all my n-ggas, they’ll k!ll for me (grr)
grandma told me pull my britches up, i’m still thuggin’ (grr)
i been crossed, had to cut off some of my real cousins (gang)
all this money i spent on a jet, coulda bought you and you and you (you)
all this money i spent on my neck, coulda sent you and you to school (school)
i got a house bigger than elvis, got some foreign cars too (too)
rest in peace mr. hugh hef’, i f-ck p-rn stars too (too)
ouu

[bridge: blac youngsta]
gang gang gang, ouu, yeah
ayy, ayy, ayy, zaytoven, huh
run that, run that motherf-ckin’ hook back, ha
me, me, me, me and pump just cooked that, ooh, yeah

[verse 3: rich the kid]
hey!
break the brick, i shipped it, wrapped it in saran (break it down)
ouu, all my n-ggas trappin’ (trap), we ain’t have a plan (rich!)
ayy, plug walk on that p-ssy ’cause your b-tch a fan
(plug walk, lil’ b-tch)
ouu, you ain’t got no money, go and get some bands
(go get some bands)
ayy, racin’ little pump, i just pulled out the lamb (skrrt, skrrt)
huh, i got the blue chips (blue chips)
zay told me don’t take out no rude crip (huh)
i’m droppin’ her off, she a groupie (groupie)
don’t worry, my shooters they shootin’ (grra)
i got fast cars (cars)
foreign broad, superstar (foreign)
this a push start (push)
she wake up, eat the d-ck up, a pop-tart (like a pop-tart)
ouu, i gotta flex on ’em
young n-gga walk around with a check on ’em (check)
‘rari, not the jag (jag)
pinky ring a bag (what)
i got fast cars (cars)
speed racer, it’s a nascar (a nascar)
ayy, bentley off the lot, i do the dash, boy (i do the dash, boy)
ouu, boy your mixtape, throw that in the trash, boy
(in the trash, boy)
i just f-cked your b-tch because she asked for it (rich!)

- lil pump lyrics

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