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Lil Pump – Designer Remix Lyrics ft Rich The Kid & Blac Youngsta Lyrics

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Designer Remix Lyrics by  ft.  & 

[Intro – Blac Youngsta]
Look at your lil’ b—h a-s
Haha
I, I could see, I could see the m———–g hate through your m———–g eyes, boy
Don’t wanna look at your a-s when I talk to you
I know you a hater
I could see your whole m———–g
I’ma, let me, I’m finna tell you what you gonna be
S–t
You ain’t got s–t
You ain’t gon’ never have s–t, you ain’t gon’ be s–t
God told me you gon’ be s–t

[Hook/Chorus – Lil Pump]
I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b—–s b–t naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b—–s 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 1 – Lil Pump]

Drive the ‘Rari off the lot, f–k my wrist up with the pot
B—h, this s–t will never stop “brr”, presidential on the clock
Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not f–k with the opps
B—h, I made it to the top, go to class, I’m on the drop, ayy
Went to the gun store and I bought a rocket “ooh”
One million dollars, cash hanging out my pocket “d–n”
All these diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet
Broke n—-s hating on me, man, this s–t need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest n—a coming out my city
Hit AOD’s and I’m blowing straight fifties “brr”
In the kitchen whipping Whitney, sipping lean, I lost my kidney
Ain’t nobody f—–g with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet “brr”
B—h, I’m on the lean, I can’t pop no Percocet “no”
I got more money than your , you can’t be upset
I’m worth a couple millions, b—h, you know I love to flex

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[Hook/Chorus – Lil Pump]
I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b—–s b–t naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b—–s 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 2 – Blac Youngsta]
All that f—–g talking, you gon’ make me hop out “hop out”
If you not talking money, you gon’ make me walk out “walk out”
I tote real guns, I don’t bring no prop out “props”
You can’t go to war with me and try to cop out “cop”
I run over all my b—–s and they still love me “gang”
I break bread with all my n—-s, they’ll kill for me “grr”
Grandma told me pull my britches up, I’m still thugging “grr”
I been crossed, had to cut off some of my real cousins “gang gang”
All this money I spent on a jet, coulda bought you and you and you “you”
All this money I spent on my neck, coulda sent you and you to school “school”
I got a house bigger than Elvis, got some foreign cars too “too”
Rest in peace Mr. Hugh Hef’, I f–k p–n stars too “too”
Ouu

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[Bridge – Blac Youngsta]
Gang gang gang, ouu, yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, , huh
Run that, run that m———–g hook back, ha
Me, me, me, me and Pump just cooked that, ooh, yeah

[Hook/Chorus – Lil Pump]
Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b—–s b–t naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b—–s 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 3 – Rich The Kid]
Hey!
Break the brick, I shipped it, wrapped it in saran “break it down”
Ouu, all my n—-s trapping “trap”, we ain’t have a plan “Rich!”
Ayy, plug walk on that p—y ’cause your b—h a fan “plug walk, lil’ b—h”
Ouu, you ain’t got no money, go and get some bands “go get some bands”
Ayy, racing Little Pump, I just pulled out the Lamb “skrrt, skrrt”
Huh, I got the blue chips “blue chips”, Zay told me don’t take out no rude crip “huh”
I’m dropping off, she a groupie “groupie”
Don’t worry, my shooters they shooting “grra”
I got fast cars “cars”
Foreign broad, superstar “foreign”
This a push start “push”
She wake up, eat the d–k up, a Pop-Tart “like a Pop-Tart”
Ouu, I gotta flex on ’em
Young n—a walk around with a check on ’em “check”
‘Rari, not the Jag “Jag”
Pinky ring a bag “what”
I got fast cars “cars”
Speed racer, it’s a NASCAR “a NASCAR”
Ayy, Bentley off the lot, I do the dash, boy “I do the dash, boy”
Ouu, boy your mixtape, throw that in the trash, boy “in the trash, boy”
I just f—-d your b—h because she asked for it “Rich!”

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[Hook/Chorus – Lil Pump]
Ayy, I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b—–s b–t naked and they twerking on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can’t fold
I got fast cars, bad b—–s and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b—–s 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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