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Migos
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Designer
(feat. Skippa Flippa & Johnny Cinco)
Your girl just hit me, [?]
Two handcuffs, Ferragamo, everything is designer
[?]and them stacks all in my closet
Fall off, I'ma sell my closet, if I fall off I'ma sell my closet
It 'on't even matter what it cost, sell my closet
Already done bought it, couldn't even charge the deposit
It 'on't even matter what it cost, I already bought it
You can go and [?]for the profit
Young rich niggas seen a half a mil, I ain't even have to go to college
Raised by my momma, nigga, no father figure, in the streets, taught me my knowledge
Designer, designer designer, designer designer
Versace, red bottoms, I got it from trappin' Nirvana
And I got commas, I'm trappin' in Hondas
I'm hot as a sauna, put it on my momma, I'm feelin' Capasana
That bitch from Ghana, she don't do Kwanzaa, she lick the anaconda
Follow me down to the cellar, 30 pair Maison Margielas
I don't do Jimmy Choo's, ye ain't get the Prada, not a lot of guala
[?]suit, shoes Dolce Gabanna, nigga I'm a mobster
On my bitch, Alexander McQueen, Robin my jeans, you still rockin' my schemes
Think you fresh? Nigga you ain't clean, you think you fresh? Nigga you ain't clean
Whole lot of red bottoms up in my closet
Whole lot of Jimmy Choo's next to my [?]
Damn, whole lot of Louis V up in my closet
Whole line of [?]
If I ever go broke, I'ma sell my closet
If I ever go broke, I'ma sell that Mazi
I want me a Bentley, no more rockin' Fendi
Still rock the lower Givenchy, I like my ho in Givenchy
'Bout the dollar, I'm 'bout the almighty dollar
Burberry still on my collars, hop out the coupe like a Rasta
Hop out the coupe like a [?]
We on shrimp, lobster and pasta
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