tayizian - Designer Boii Lyrics

I got bitches around the globe, yeah, I got bitches out of space
I got bitches around the globe, yeah, I got bitches out of space
I got bitches around the globe, yeah, I got bitches out of space
Gas & Dior my cologne, she love the smell, she like my taste
Designer boy, I be so rude when I rock BBs on my waist
I like track twos, B22s, the ones that reflect off your face
Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that red eye, come let's race
In school, I never had no A's or B's or C's, I kept them K's
And when my heart get broke, I buy expensive shit to heal my pain
Glaow, Glaow, We put holes inside his shirt, he wearin' Yeezy, Ye
My baby don't tolerate no f*ck, nigga, no way
Say, let her come to me about a problem, you get slumped today
Like, here's a message to you niggas who think they f*ckin' with Tay
Bitch, I'm still number one, you was behind me, so, nigga, you still gotta chase
I also rock Lataffa, she not proper, when she suckin' dick
Bitch, hand me my chopper, I'm a problem when I'm wearin' rick
All these Benjis makin' me turn blue, that shit make me sick
My jean jacket, it's still sayin' trues, I got designer drip
Saint Laurent my condom, bitch turn over, I got designer dick
LV on my blocka, I mean my blicky, This a designer stick
I went to my doctor, constipated, They know I'm the shit
Talking crazy to these lil f*ck niggas I'm too legit
Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that red eye, come let's race
In school, I never had no A's or B's or C's, I kept them K's
And when my heart get broke, I buy expensive shit to heal my pain
Glaow, Glaow, We put holes inside his shirt, he wearin' Yeezy, Ye
Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that red eye, come let's race
In school, I never had no A's or B's or C's, I kept them K's
And when my heart get broke, I buy expensive shit to heal my pain
Glaow, Glaow, We put holes inside his shirt, he wearin' Yeezy, Ye
I keep me a heater, my two seater, feel like Derek Jeter
Your bitch on my dick, she straight a eater, I don't want her neither
F*ck her good, she moanin', uh, Spanish bitch from Costa Rica
I mean Puerto Rico, f*ck it, like go inside the shell I need two liters
I need something for the mix inside this cup, that's gon' f*ck me up
I got Taylor Port and Casa Migo, Bad bitch keep yellin' pour me up
Big Glock 30 on the bottom a Kriss Vect, I bet I'll hit him up
Ayy, bruh don't shoot at his chest, he got a vest, just hit him from neck up
Designer boy, I be so ruthless in that redeye, come let's race
Designer boy, I be so, I don't wanna, yea designer boy
I, uh, man you niggas lucky this beat ain't longer
Uh, ooh, oh oh oh, Designer boy