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letra de designer - ken carson

[intro]
(wake up)

[chorus: ken carson]
huh, huh, huh
designer shoes, designer pants, designer shirt
you called me “designer man”, huh, i got designer merch
if i f-ck with her then, huh, i’ma put designer on her
ba-len-ci-aga bag, b-tch this not a purse
i done put balmain on my ass, and i prada’d her
i been switchin’ lanes, goin’ fast, b-tch i’m outta here
and it’s still free my n-ggas, yeah, yeah, let them outta there
i feel like jeff bezos, i get that bag, and then i’m outta there
lately i been on my alien swag, b-tch i’m outta here
hol’ up, let me switch the gear
if we goin’ to drill you, you get caught, you better not shed a tear
i pour fours of that wock’, yeah that drop, b-tch i don’t sip on no beer
i pull up on yo b-tch with the knock, f-ckin’ sum ’bout b-tch, i have her for real
hundreds all blue like the navy seal
before i roll up i take these pills
all of these opioids, yeah, for real
luh b-tch i’m opium, huh, he claim he got money, huh, huh, huh, then lil’ n-gga show me some, huh
i’m totin’ that ten beam, huh, huh, huh i’m totin’ that machine gun, huh
nah, ain’t sh-t funny, huh, i laugh at these n-ggas ’cause they all peons
i’m a designer junkie, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, huh
[bridge: ken carson]
designer cars, huh, huh, huh, designer clothes, yeah
designer my broad, uh, yeah, yeah, designer everything, uh
designer everything, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, yeah
designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah
designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: destroy lonely]
huh, designer everything, designer vehicles, designer wedding ring
designer b-tches, huh, designer hoes, tryna have s-x with me
designer drugs, huh, designer high, designer ecstasy
designer swag, huh, designer fly, designer everything
wake up, put down his flag, huh, that boy not gang, he just a b-tch to me
give a f-ck who he is, f-ck what he claim, huh, it don’t mean sh-t to me
give a f-ck who she is, i don’t care if she bad, she better get used to missin’ me
huh, we pourin’ codeine, straight out the muhf-ckin’ pint, luh b-tch, i’m pushin’ p
chanel all over my boxers, your b-tch, she stepping all over the double c
seven-pointer-chains on my neck, c’mon, lets sail the seven seas
these n-ggas planktons, yeah, i’m cookin’ the krabby patties, you can’t get the recipe
money comin’ in, we add up it, and no we don’t subtract a thing
huh, huh, money man just walked in, uh, huh, yeah tell that broke man, “stop all that broke talking”
tell dolce man, the balenci’ man just walked in
i keep all my jewelry, broke n-ggas tradin’ watches in

[verse 2: ken carson]
wake up
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
designer clothes, designer shoes, designer shirt, huh, huh
it’s all these drugs for me and b-tch, we off of the merks, uh, huh
this ain’t no perc’, huh, huh, this a quaalude, huh
exotic my shoe, huh, huh, huh, exotic high, huh, i’m goin’ to the moon
huh, huh, huh, exotic vibes, yeah she off of them shrooms, uh, uh
exotic whip, exotic coupe, huh, huh, huh
that lil’ boy get dipped, he gettin’ real screwed, huh, huh, huh
that lil’ b-tch get flipped, inside her too, huh, huh, huh
i leave her a tip because i’m not rude, uh, huh, huh
i pay my dues, huh, designer my shoes, huh, you could walk a mile in these
marni mules, huh, huh, huh, huh
[chorus: ken carson]
huh, huh, huh
designer shoes, designer pants, designer shirt
you called me “designer man”, huh, i got designer merch
if i f-ck with her then, huh, i’ma put designer on her
ba-len-ci-aga bag, b-tch this not a purse
i done put balmain on my ass, and i prada’d her
i been switchin’ lanes, goin’ fast, b-tch i’m outta here
and it’s still free my n-ggas, yeah, yeah, let them outta there
i feel like jeff bezos, i get that bag, and then i’m outta there
lately i been on my alien swag, b-tch i’m outta here
hol’ up, let me switch the gear
if we goin’ to drill you, you get caught, you better not shed a tear
i pour fours of that wock’, yeah that drop, b-tch i don’t sip on no beer
i pull up on yo b-tch with the knock, f-ckin’ sum ’bout b-tch, i have her for real
hundreds all blue like the navy seal
before i roll up i take these pills
all of these opioids, yeah, for real
luh b-tch i’m opium, huh, he claim he got money, huh, huh, huh, then lil’ n-gga show me some, huh
i’m totin’ that ten beam, huh, huh, huh i’m totin’ that machine gun, huh
nah, ain’t sh-t funny, huh, i laugh at these n-ggas ’cause they all peons
i’m a designer junkie, huh, huh, huh, designer everything, huh

[outro: ken carson]
designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah
designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, designer everything, yeah
designer everything, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

- ken carson

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