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Lil Pump – Designer (Remix) Lyrics

Designer (Remix) by Lil Pump
Feat.  The Kid & Blac Youngsta
Released : 2018

Look at your lil’ b***h a*s
Haha (Zay T, hold on)
I, I could see, I could see the motherfuckin’ hate through your motherfuckin’ eyes, boy (yeah, Lil Pump)
Don’t wanna look at your a*s when I talk to you (huh, yeah)
I know you a hater (yeah, huh, brr)
I could see your whole motherfuckin’ future (yeah, Lil Pump)
I’ma, let me, I’m finna tell you what you gonna be (yeah, huh, brr, yeah)
S**t (yeah, yeah)
You ain’t got s**t (yeah)
You ain’t gon’ never have s**t, you ain’t gon’ be s**t
God told me you gon’ be s**t

Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b*****s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b*****s butt 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*****s and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b*****s 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

Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, f**k my wrist up with the pot
B***h, this s**t will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not f**k with the opps
B***h, I made it to the top, go to class, 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 (damn)
All these diamonds drippin’ on me, feelin’ like a water faucet
Broke n****s hatin’ on me, man, this s**t need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest n***a 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 nobody f****n’ with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
B***h, 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***h, you know I love to flex

I got fast cars, bad b*****s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b*****s butt 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*****s and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b*****s 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

All that f****n’ 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*****s and they still love me (gang)
I break bread with all my n****s, they’ll kill 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**k porn stars too (too)
Ouu

Gang gang gang, ouu, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, Zaytoven, huh
Run that, run that motherfuckin’ hook back, ha
Me, me, me, me and Pump just cooked that, ooh, yeah

Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b*****s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b*****s butt 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*****s and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b*****s 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

Hey!
Break the brick, I shipped it, wrapped it in Saran (break it down)
Ouu, all my n****s trappin’ (trap), we ain’t have a plan (Rich!)
Ayy, plug walk on that p***y ’cause your b***h a fan
(plug walk, lil’ b***h)
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**k up, a Pop-Tart (like a Pop-Tart)
Ouu, I gotta flex on ’em
Young n***a 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****d your b***h because she asked for it (Rich!)

Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b*****s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b*****s butt 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*****s and designer clothes


LIL PUMP LYRICS