Lil' Pump
Lil' Pump - Designer lyrics
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[Intro: News Cast] You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video (Yuh, Lil Pump, ooh, yuh, yuh, huh, brr) And the rapper's name is Lil Pump [Bridge] Yuh, Lil Pump Yuh, huh? (Brr) Yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh Ayy Yuh, yuh, yuh Zaytoven [Chorus] I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish bitches 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 bitches and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad bitches 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] Drive the 'Rari off the lot, f*ck my wrist up with the pot Bitch, this sh*t will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not f*ck with the ops Bitch, 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 niggas hatin' on me, man, this sh*t need to stop it Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin' out my city Hit AODs and I'm blowin' straight fifties (brr) In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr) Bitch, I'm on the lean, I can't pop no Percocet (no) I got more money than your father, you can be upset I'm worth a couple millions, bitch, you know I love to flex [Chorus] I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze Spanish bitches 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 bitches and designer clothes I got fast cars, bad bitches 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