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Migos
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Designer
(feat. Skippa Flippa & Johnny Cinco)
Your girl just hit me, [?] Two handcuffs, Ferragamo, everything is designer [?]and them stacks all in my closet Fall off, I'ma sell my closet, if I fall off I'ma sell my closet
It 'on't even matter what it cost, sell my closet Already done bought it, couldn't even charge the deposit It 'on't even matter what it cost, I already bought it You can go and [?]for the profit Young rich niggas seen a half a mil, I ain't even have to go to college Raised by my momma, nigga, no father figure, in the streets, taught me my knowledge Designer, designer designer, designer designer Versace, red bottoms, I got it from trappin' Nirvana And I got commas, I'm trappin' in Hondas I'm hot as a sauna, put it on my momma, I'm feelin' Capasana That bitch from Ghana, she don't do Kwanzaa, she lick the anaconda Follow me down to the cellar, 30 pair Maison Margielas I don't do Jimmy Choo's, ye ain't get the Prada, not a lot of guala [?]suit, shoes Dolce Gabanna, nigga I'm a mobster On my bitch, Alexander McQueen, Robin my jeans, you still rockin' my schemes Think you fresh? Nigga you ain't clean, you think you fresh? Nigga you ain't clean
Whole lot of red bottoms up in my closet Whole lot of Jimmy Choo's next to my [?] Damn, whole lot of Louis V up in my closet Whole line of [?] If I ever go broke, I'ma sell my closet If I ever go broke, I'ma sell that Mazi I want me a Bentley, no more rockin' Fendi Still rock the lower Givenchy, I like my ho in Givenchy 'Bout the dollar, I'm 'bout the almighty dollar Burberry still on my collars, hop out the coupe like a Rasta Hop out the coupe like a [?] We on shrimp, lobster and pasta
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