Gangsta In Designer (No Concept)

Bad bitch long hair skin pretty curvy ass

Flat stomch double ds please be the berkin bag

Designer heels, her man's pants how you fit in that

Look at me ray bans I ain't tryna see you fags

Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain't tryna match

Smooth watch pop the dirty tag

Okay I'm energized, say my tunes turn her on

This ain't enterprise but keep it boo lets bring it on

I'm hella high back to back I smoke alone

Unless my nigga soul around fuck it cuz lets blow a zone

Now carry on assume you niggas need a loan

Quit it with the textin cuz and go and make a song

My foreign ho bitch call me a maricon

Always rockin' shit I never seen or I never known

(Name grown overseas fitted) sergio tacchini shirt shirt slippers

YSL see the logo on my zipper broad

Servin me she goin down yeah I had to tip her

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High power bitch let em know the players here

I said high power bitch gimme gangster of the year

This for my [?]homes on fig and homies on the [?]tier

Always keep this shit groovy nigga (n'a sheds a tear)

Black gat black whip no tags on it

Face tats cuz for sure gon throw the mask on it

Burner on my lap nigga muthafuck the cops

DEA and all the feds gon be my murder plot

Money cash hoes by the dozen

Never started crackin bitches started cookin onions

Now my weed habit always funded

And these college bros be fuckin do whatever have em flunkin

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Bitch say she like my songs so I do her

She love a street nigga that done jumped up out the cooler

Young ass entrepreneur in the 40/40 club trippin like I ain't from hoover

No bottles no tables I just wanna fuck you you you and you

Yeah they know whats up only one at a time baby slow it down

Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds

She doin all the things you say she say do

Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue

Stickin to the script like muthafuckin glue

Got your birdie on my wood like the bitches from the Lou

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