YB - Designer lyrics

The Watch Cost Me 2; your b**h, free [Hook] All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Cavalli All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Versace, n***a All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Cavalli All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Versace, n***a [Verse] Snakeskin, Dior., that was last spring n***as blogging now cause I got that gold thing Make these b**hes scream, makes these pussies pop k**ing n***as for no reason, Trayvon This that Zimmerman, that drop head, they photoshop That real sh**, my n***as '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, n***as talking 'bout G's, though Honey c**aine took one for the team though That's real sh**, I love her to d**h I f** a b**h until she ain't wet Destroy your life with one check Just made another million dollars, n***a, what's next? [Hook] All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Cavalli All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Versace, n***a All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Cavalli All my sh** designer All my sh** designer All my sh** designer I f**ed your b**h in Versace, n***a [Outro] One verse, one hearse 'Bout to start bringing that sh** out on y'all b**h a** n***as