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Lil Pump - Designer lyrics

[Intro: News Cast]
“You can see Lil Pump wandering the halls of a school carrying huge bags of pot. Turns out that school was a local Catholic elementary school. A teacher gets slapped with a bag of marijuana in this video. The rapper's name is Lil Pump.”

[Bridge: Lil Pump]
Yeah, Lil Pump
Yeah, huh?
Brr, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
I got fast cars, bad b**hes, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b**hes butt naked and they t**n' on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold
I got fast cars, bad b**hes, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b**hes, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

[Verse: Lil Pump]
Drive the 'Rari off the lot, f** my wrist up with the pot
b**hes sure would never stop (brr), presidential on the clock
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Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not f** with the opps
b**h, I made it to the top, go to cla**, I'm 'bout to drop
Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)
One million dollars, cash, hanging out my pocket (damn)
All these diamonds dripping on me, feeling like a water faucet
Broke n***as hating on me, man, this sh**, need to stop it
Lil Pump the freshest n***a coming out my city
Hit AODs and I'm blowing straight 50s (brr)
In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney
Ain't nobody f**in' with me, off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, aye
Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)
b**h, I'm on the lean, I can't pop no Percocet (no)
I got more money than your father, you can be upset
I'm worth a couple million, b**h, you know I love to flex

[Chorus: Lil Pump]
I got fast cars, bad b**hes, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Spanish b**hes butt naked and they t**n' on the stove
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold
I got fast cars, bad b**hes, and designer clothes
I got fast cars, bad b**hes, and designer clothes
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze
Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

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