Correction Lyrics Designer (Remix) by Yo Gotti

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Young Chop On The Beat
I got love for some designer (Bandcamp)
I-I got love for some designer (Bandcamp)
I got love for some designer
I-I got love for some designer
My b*t*h tatted, I call her designer
Parallel sh*t b*t*h don't get lined up
b*t*h I'm tatted, I'm designed up

I got love for some designer (Bang bang)
My b*t*h tatted I call her designer
When I get that check, buy nothing but designer (Bang bang)
Pop the kush, swishеr blunts, roll up designer (Bang bang)
Shoot his face off, b*t*h wе designer (Bang, bang, bang)
Might be mixed matched but everything designer (Bang bang)
Drinking Fiji water, I call that designer
We them Glory Boyz, b*t*h we be designer (Bang, bang, bang)

I got love for some designer (Love for some designer)
Parallel sh*t b*t*h don't get lined up (Bang bang)
Ugh, ugh
Sosa in his prime, huh (Sosa in his prime)
I'm that n***a, sh*t you get that all the time huh (Let's get it)
Yeah, I buy nothing but designer (Ching ching)
Lotta kush, lotta blunts, I'm designer (Let's get it)
Shoot his face off, I'm designer (I'm designer)
And I'm True'd down, but I'm designed up (Designed up)
b*t*h, I'm tatted, I'm designed up (I'm designed up)
OTF stuff, you know where to find us (OTF)
They be cutting up like designers (Bang bang)
Off a lot of dope, b*t*h I be high as f**k (Bang bang)

I got love for some designer (Bang bang)
My b*t*h tatted I call her designer (Bang)
When I get that check, buy nothing but designer (Bang bang)
Pop the kush, swisher blunts, roll up designer (Bang bang)
Shoot his face off, b*t*h we designer (Bang, bang, bang)
Might be mixed matched but everything designer (Bang bang)
Drinking Fiji water, I call that designer (Bang)
We them Glory Boyz, b*t*h we be designer (Bang, bang, bang)

Designer, Homicide put me in the line up
CMG, they tryna define us
Say it stand for Cars, Money, Grinders
I-I-I'm true to my religion, b*t*h, so start praying
The doors to the trap is open, Amen
Me and my n***a Sosa about to start spraying (Blah!)
A hundred shots coming out that black van (Blah!)
Van, bullets gon' design ya (Murder)
Run out with that work we gon' come find ya
I rock Gucci, Louis, Prada like the song say
My money don't fold up, I keep it long ways (Beep, ways)

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