wintertime - die in designer lyrics
[intro: wintertime]
yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
yeah, yeah, ayy, ayy
okay, aight, okay, aight, okay, aight
yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah
[hook: wintertime]
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
[verse 1: wintertime]
i can point out a beginner, i can point out a pretender
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in the winter
i had to glo on my own and you know that i’m with it, i had to go get it
i had to glo on my own shawty, i can be flexin’ on all my old b-tches
all of a sudden you miss me, all of a sudden you miss me
i told lil’ shawty too bad, i gotta get to these m’s
i don’t f-ck with you lil’ b-tch, i don’t want friends, i want a benz
i don’t f-ck with you lil’ b-tch, i don’t want friends, i want a benz
[hook: wintertime]
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
[verse 2: nessly]
i just poured up one, it costed me two
me and my b-tch both rock jimmy choo
pay a translator, she from peru
inside her pants it looks like she got two balloons
shawty so wet that i gotta get a canoe
shawty so thick she should probably be in a zoo
the type of b-tch you see in a video shoot
we rock designer, we both go in for the loot
when i die, throw me in that f-ckin’ gucci or that gosha
all that real gold up on my neck, ain’t no corrodin’
and you know i design my drugs, lean in my soda
shawty like me too, except she play ’round with that coca
red bottom my cup, babe where there’s hi-tech
you know me i turn up for that finance
when i die dress me up in atleast 500 bands
i’m so for real they’re like, nessly you really something man
[hook: wintertime]
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
i wanna die in designer, i wanna die in designer
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
bury my body in gucci, bury my body in prada
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