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letra de designer stuff - punkinloveee

feel me up, if i’m in the club you know i’m coked up
flexing stuff, who wants smoke with us? my haters broke as f-ck
let’s get high on drugs, give her designer drugs, she loves designer stuff
rick owens jeans, not big ass truey jeans, i rock the finer stuff
diamonds on my neck and they dance like elvis presley
i just got a check and i blew it all already
zombie gang, zombie gang, your clique is so lame
laughing out the bank, laughing out the bank straight to the club
why won’t you leave me ‘lonе? leave me’ lonе, please don’t lead me on
they wanna know where i go, i’m in my bag and i’m still going up

let’s go, zombie gang, yeah
i said f-ck the fame (i said f-ck the fame)
you can see it in my face
i ain’t playin’ games (playin’ games)
let’s go hit a stain
bust some m-th-f-ckin’ brains
on my wrist a plain jane
big stuff, get out my face (out my face)
throwin’ fifties, throwin’ hunnids
‘cus money don’t mean nothing
and i’m chillin out with punkin
already shknow we up to something
don’t test me to see if i’m bluffing
wipe your nose and get to running
i stop drinking henessy
i start drinking rémy
rémy bottles coming in
f-ck it up, we spend all bands
i’ma do it all again
boy you play pretend

b-tch i want some brains
popped 3 today
b-tch i’m finna bang bang
i’m a zombie, f-ck the fame
b-tch i’m stacking up cash
b-tch [?] annoying
dropping dead in the club
b-tch i’m feeling gorey
redneck shawty
and she all up on me
and i pull up at the club, b-tch
in a f-cking ‘rari

- punkinloveee

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