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(IanoBeatz) Designer talk, designer talk, designer talk Designer talk, designer talk Yeah, yeah (Hol' up), yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Lego lego Who is you? I've never seen you before I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore You know they love me when I walk in the store Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour I'm not lovin' you baby, you can't get adored I play with my racks and I never get bored Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford Amiri Jeans, I got bands in my pocket (Yeah) I cannot fit the stack in the wallet You the plug, don't get pulled out the socket Watch your back 'cause these niggas not solid Asian bitch got me sippin' on Sake Throw the meat in her mouth like Hibachi I got reasons for me to be cocky I'm the shit bitch I need me a potty Niggas talking 'bout how I can't rap, okay Then how I get rich off of rap? These niggas they lame and that statement a fact Letras de cancionesAnd that nigga my son, but I'm not claimin' that Jump out the pussy then jump on a beat I dunk on the rookie, welcome to the league That boy is a simp, fell in love with a freak And that water on me, I swear life is a beach (Let's go) Okay, let's get it, let's go Let's get it, let's go They see a nigga with some racks, they think I sold my soul (That I sold my soul), no, no See a nigga in sa section, I'm spinnin' on roads (Road, road, road) I can't move my wrist, I swear to God it's froze, woah, woah Designer walk, designer talk, designer bitch (Yeah, designer bitch) I like Chanel and Givenchy shit (I do) Swear to God, I ain't think I'd be rich (I ain't think I'd be rich) Okay, these niggas is sold out, got cash in the vault and I smoke out the zip He mad that his girl likin' my pics, I mean, it is what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Who is you? I've never seen you before I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore You know they love me when I walk in the store (Let's go) Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour (Let's go) I'm not lovin' you baby, you can't get adored I play with my racks and I never get bored Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford (Woo) Ayy, ayy (Talk to 'em), ayy-ayy I'm tryna chop a Wraith Ayy, ayy, I apply all the pressure We gon' kill the case (Talk to 'em, Keed) I know young slimes that shoot the spot up (Grrah, grrah, grrah), broad day I know y'all don't wanna beef (No, sir), 'cause YSL get straight (Hey-hey, let's go) Special-made stick, fuck a Uzi (Let's go, hey-hey) I'm busy, no time for no coochie (Hey-hey) Who wanted shots out the toolie? (Hey-hey) Ain't hesitatin' to pull it (Hey-hey, swag) Okay, just make sure my machinery fully (Woo, woo) I'm steppin' in Gucci socks I'm winnin', I ain't never lost (Never) I'm sorry, I'll never talk (Never) Thug out at Texaco (Hey) You'll take a big loss (Ha) Yes, I'm a big boss (Ho) I'm not the task force (Hey) I'm a Belaire boy Lil' bitch, I'll pay for it (Hey) What we smokin', it's real noisy Pay attention, I'm real nosy (Hey) Perc' prescription, I'm real focused Get some head from a bitch, she deep throatin' me Who is you? I've never seen you before (Ayy, ayy) I can turn on your bitch, got the keys to your whore (Slatt, slatt) You know they love me when I walk in the store (I'm back, haha, hmm, slatt, slatt) Sippin' sparklin' water in Christian Dior Fuck your bitch on the bus then continue the tour I'm not lovin' you baby, you can't get adored (Slimeball) I play with my racks and I never get bored Boy you lookin' like 12 'cause you whippin' the Ford From Letras Mania