Tyga Designer song lyrics

The Watch Cost Me 2; your bitch, free

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

I fucked your bitch in Cavalli

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigga

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

I fucked your bitch in Cavalli

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigga

Snakeskin, D.R., that was last spring

Niggas blogging now cause I got that gold thing

Make these bitches scream, makes these pussies pop

Killing niggas for no reason, Trayvon

This that Zimmerman, that drop head, they photoshop

That real shit, my niggas 'bout, your flaws out, I floss it out

My dick hard, it's in your broad, I swear to God, I pulled it out

My squirt Game, on her face

I dick slap her, now I'm Dick Tracy

Pea coat, c-notes, niggas talking 'bout G's, though

Honey cocaine took one for the team though

That's real shit, I love her to death

I fuck a bitch until she ain't wet

Destroy your life with one check

Just made another million dollars, nigga, what's next?

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

I fucked your bitch in Cavalli

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

All my shit designer

I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigga

One verse, one hearse

'Bout to start bringing that shit out on y'all bitch ass niggas