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letra de designer - roxas358

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[chorus: roxas358]
most of you rappers
most of you rappers sound the same, yeah
yeah, football shit, how i touchdown in l.a
i get high as shit, i don’t care ’bout what you say, yeah (james, shut the fuck up)
yeah, rock designer shades, yeah (ok is the hardest, i swear to god)
yeah, you stay in your lane
tell you when to speak, tell you what to say, yeah
pop out wit’ some fire, i can’t trust the fame
nigga cop my style, they don’t know my name, yeah
karats, diamonds bussin’ all up on my chain, yeah

[verse: roxas358]
see me in celine, yeah
rockin’ all the diamonds, bitch, i’m rockin’ hella clean, yeah
i could go right now, bitch, i’m fuckin’ green
hunnid dollar o, i cop time machine, yeah
i go to the sky like the time machine, yeah
i heard boy get pop, pop that boy like spleen, yeah
yeah, yeah, water, what you mean? yeah
and i’m in celine, yeah
and these diamonds clean
yeah, i just took a shower, bitch, these diamonds clean

[verse: percstro]
yeah, tony hawk
on my grind like tony hawk
psyched out, euphoria
tote that strap, i got a glock
wrap up him up, let’s make him talk
niggas pussy, spray the block
take your bitch, that ho a bop
i just pulled up from the 619
i just fuckin got here, i’m already tryna leave
off this fuckin’ yerk, bitch, off this fuckin bean
life so fuckin’ funny, all this shit feel like a meme
woke up paralyzed, i was stuck up in a dream
ran it up from nothing
choppa get to bussin’
yeah, bad bitch and she love me
and she don’t do no talking
i just told her fuck it, yeah
i just told her fuck it, yeah
i just told her fuck it, yeah
i just told her fuck it, yeah
i just told her fuck it, yeah
[chorus: roxas358]
most of you rappers
most of you rappers sound the same, yeah
yeah, football shit, how i touchdown in l.a
i get high as shit, i don’t care ’bout what you say, yeah (james, shut the fuck up)
yeah, rock designer shades, yeah (ok is the hardest, i swear to god)
yeah, you stay in your lane
tell you when to speak, tell you what to say, yeah
pop out wit’ some fire, i can’t trust the fame
nigga cop my style, they don’t know my name, yeah
karats, diamonds bussin’ all up on my chain, yeah

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