omgitsjay2x - D E S I G N E R (feat. Awgee) Lyrics

Yea, I can buy you, Prada, New Givenchy, Designer Yeah, this yo shit better pop it
Around BmB, we bringin' the profit The way I'm rockin', designer
Lil' baby, already know imma shiner pull Her hair imma f*ck from behind her
Bad lil' Mitch, tryna slip off the condom, yeah I love lil' baby, but I can't say sorry

I'm zooted off percs and I bring back to awgee
It's pain in my eyes, I can't see out my Cartis, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I don't wanna go to your party How the F*ck J end up in this Rari
Do it again, but you keep sayin' sorry? I'm lovin You hard so i'm trustin you harder

Yea, I can buy you, Prada, New Givenchy, Designer Yeah, this yo shit better pop it
Around BmB, we bringin' the profit I can buy you, Prada, New Givenchy, Designer
New Givenchy, with Prada Mixin' my fit with my Rick and they follow
Gotta get me a M by tomorrow Feel like MJ goin' ball in Chicago

And I'm tryna go shop at saks This chick is real bad, but I doubt I'm gon' tap
I call the chop, my left is dead just cause it's evening
If looks could killed, don't let her deceive you Niggas don't want no paper to show
2024, got elite on the road I've been goin' for a while but I'm back in my bag

I got god on my side, enemies can't attack You Can have that chick when I don't want her Back
I'ma pass it to Jay let him finish his fax
I put lil' baby designer I lost her once, so now I can't find her
Balenci this shirt, the shoes is Prada I gave you my all, we still end up floppin

And I need you to be on my side, like this Weather Broke through this shit if he try to contest
I don't even know, what the f*ck he thought
The elite at the top, I cannot let them fall The Glock knock him down, I don't care if he Wemby
You got a 4 for 4, you took her to Wendy's? Nigga said, "yeah, man, it's the first date"

Y'all be gettin' done the worst way
Awgee from the elite