designer lyrics – tyga

designer

the watch cost me too; your b*tch, free

[hook x2]
all my sh*t designer
all my sh*t designer
all my sh*t designer
i f*cked your b*tch in cavalli
all my sh*t designer
all my sh*t designer
all my sh*t designer
i f*cked your b*tch in versace, n*gg*

snakeskin, d.r., that was last spring
n*gg*s blogging now cause i got that gold thing
make these b*tches scream, makes these p*ss*es pop
killing n*gg*s for no reason, trayvon
this that zimmerman, that drop head, they photoshop
that real sh*t, my n*gg*s ’bout, your flaws out, i floss it out
my d*ck hard, it’s in your broad, i swear to god, i pulled it out
my squirt game, on her face
i d*ck slap her, now i’m d*ck tracy
pea coat, c-notes, n*gg*s talking ’bout g’s, though
honey cocaine took one for the team though
that’s real sh*t, i love her to death
i f*ck a b*tch until she ain’t wet
destroy your life with one check
just made another million dollars, n*gg*, what’s next?

[hook]

[outro]
one verse, one he*rs*
’bout to start bringing that sh*t out on y’all b*tch *ss n*gg*s

/ tyga lyrics