December 25, 2017
Lil Pump – Designer Lyrics
Lil Pump – Designer Lyrics
[Intro: News Cast]
“You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot. Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school. A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video. The rapper’s name is Lil Pump.”
“You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot. Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school. A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video. The rapper’s name is Lil Pump.”
[Bridge: Lil Pump]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Yeah, huh?
Brr, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy
Yeah, Lil Pump
Yeah, huh?
Brr, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
[Verse: Lil Pump]
Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitches sure would never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m ’bout to drop
Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash, hanging out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet
Broke niggas hating on me, man, this shit, need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga coming out my city
Hit AODs and I’m blowing straight 50s (brr)
In the kitchen whippin’ Whitney, sippin’ lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me, off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, aye
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can be upset
I’m worth a couple million, bitch, you know I love to flex
Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, fuck my wrist up with the pot
Bitches sure would never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not fuck with the opps
Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m ’bout to drop
Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash, hanging out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet
Broke niggas hating on me, man, this shit, need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest nigga coming out my city
Hit AODs and I’m blowing straight 50s (brr)
In the kitchen whippin’ Whitney, sippin’ lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody fuckin’ with me, off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, aye
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
Bitch, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can be upset
I’m worth a couple million, bitch, you know I love to flex
[Chorus: Lil Pump]
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin’ on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad bitches, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
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