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designer - damedot lyrics

[intro]
(rell on the track) come on
(reuel, stop playin’ with these n*ggas)
bust it, bust it

[chorus]
two pretty b*tches ridin’ shotgun (mwah)
don’t say the word “boss n*gga” if you not one
ak, it don’t got no stock on it (dlrrt)
got it in a low, shooter, me and bro opp huntin’
i got what you need, n*gga, cop somethin’ (come on)
n*gga wanna hang around me, gotta drop somethin’
my n*gga from the chi’ told me, “dame, you had the block bust”
i don’t wanna have no conversation with you ’bout work (are you in the mafia?)
these hoes not nothin’, gucci shoes, gucci socks on
iced the f*ck up when i walk in the coney (ice, ice)
all she smell is balm when she hop up on me
put a n*gga brains in a sk!llet, now it’s hot bologna (d*mn)
all these lil’ n*ggas really my sons but i had dj in 2020 (yeah)
n*ggas ain’t sellin’ that dope no more and these hoes still sellin’ that kitty to ’em

[verse 2]
n*ggas can’t talk to me still with me, gang with me, naw, ‘less he gettin’ money money
if you had to pay just to speak to me, hate on me, n*ggas wouldn’t even be talkin’ to me
n*gga, if i die tonight, ride tonight, take me away in a designer coffin (designer)
this real ‘za got me coughin’, i’m a real dog, these n*ggas just barkin’
all white cartis, all white ‘rari
my b*tch intercepts, yeah, this a naughty
she get some d*ck whenever she call me
five*letter fam, but, naw, i ain’t polly
bro hit my phone, he sellin’ some quali’
she wanna ride, my d*ck like a harley
spread, spread, i’m spreadin’ these hundreds
and spittin’ on drank ’cause, sh*t, i’m a junkie
she sayin’ it’s rich ’cause she love it (designer)
her head a ten, i love it (designer)
no, i won’t take her in public
i get her a bag and she lucky (designer)
i go to war if it’s ’bout my brothers, that’s just the end of discussion (designer)
you think she’s somethin’, she’s nothin’
i sl*t her out and you cuff her
[chorus]
two pretty b*tches ridin’ shotgun (mwah)
don’t say the word “boss n*gga” if you not one
ak, it don’t got no stock on it (dlrrt)
got it in a low, shooter, me and bro opp huntin’
i got what you need, n*gga, cop somethin’ (come on)
n*gga wanna hang around me, gotta drop somethin’
my n*gga from the chi’ told me, “dame, you had the block bust”
i don’t wanna have no conversation with you ’bout work
these hoes not nothin’, gucci shoes, gucci socks on
iced the f*ck up when i walk in the coney (ice, ice)
all she smell is balm when she hop up on me
put a n*gga brains in a sk!llet, now it’s hot bologna (d*mn)
all these lil’ n*ggas really my sons but i had dj in 2020 (yeah)
n*ggas ain’t sellin’ that dope no more and these hoes still sellin’ that kitty to ’em

[verse 2]
n*gga work mcm, who is him? man, dog, why is this n*gga even standin’ by us?
you know me and exotic product, t*shirt say dolce gabbana
jeans on me say amiri
fly a ho private, ain’t goin’ on spirit (designer)
dior shades, yeah, the clear ones, moncler earm*ffs, b*tch, i can’t hear you (d*mn)
alexander mcqueen, lanvins, celine (designer)
fendi my jeans, burberry tee (designer)
louis accessories head to feet
who is the freshest? he said it’s me
my h*llcat designer, i fled the scene (designer)
her wig designer, it cost me a g (designer)
a million in cars, we came in a fleet
designer my sheets when i go to sleep (designer)
i’m knowin’ this risky, i’m on it (designer)
you name it, i had it, i sold it (designer)
no, i can’t show no emotion
i throw a b*tch heart in the ocean (get the f*ck out of here)
i bought a stick for any commotion, boy, you not havin’ no motion
if you ask me, you bogus (designer), all this designer, she open
[chorus]
two pretty b*tches ridin’ shotgun (mwah)
don’t say the word “boss n*gga” if you not one
ak, it don’t got no stock on it (dlrrt)
got it in a low, shooter, me and bro opp huntin’
i got what you need, n*gga, cop somethin’ (come on)
n*gga wanna hang around me, gotta drop somethin’
my n*gga from the chi’ told me, “dame, you had the block bust”
i don’t wanna have no conversation with you ’bout work
these hoes not nothin’, gucci shoes, gucci socks on
iced the f*ck up when i walk in the coney (ice, ice)
all she smell is balm when she hop up on me
put a n*gga brains in a sk!llet, now it’s hot bologna (d*mn)
all these lil’ n*ggas really my sons but i had dj in 2020 (designer, yeah)
n*ggas ain’t sellin’ that dope no more and these hoes still sellin’ that kitty to ’em

- damedot lyrics

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