Designer lyrics

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[Intro]
(8-8-8-808 Mafia)
(PVLACE)
(Get that bag, Getro)
I say

[Chorus]
I'ma secure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh
Mix it with Promethazine, carry me home (Oh)
R.I.P. to all my n*ggas dead and gone, uh
I can’t take the pain, numb my sh*t again (Uh-huh)
I can take your main, go and put your digits in (Uh-huh)
I'ma take and give her back, call it karma (Uh-huh)
I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer

[Verse 1]
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Uh-huh, b*tch I feel like Kid Cudi
What the f*ck is you doin'? (Uh-huh)
Paul Wall the b*tch, chop’ and screw her (Oh-oh)
Act like I never knew her
[?] (Woah-oh)
[?] ain’t that’s some sh*t, It's okay (Oh, uh-huh)
[Chorus]
I'ma securе the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
I take Pеrcocets when I feel alone, uh
Mix it with Promethazine, carry me home (Oh)
R.I.P. to all my n*ggas dead and gone, uh
I can’t take the pain, numb my sh*t again (Uh-huh)
I can take your main, go and put your digits in (Uh-huh)
I'ma take and give her back, call it karma (Uh-huh)
I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer

[Verse 2]
...
Getting money? (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hell no, he still buying Shell Toes, uh (Uh-huh)
Rafs with my Adidas, uh (What else?)
Spanish b*tch, that's my amiga, uh (What else?)
I got a bad b*tch with stripes, she mixed, I call her a cheetah, uh (Whatever)
Hotter than a n*gga with a fever, uh (Uh)
She do white, Justin Bieber, uh (Uh-uh)
b*tch, I'm off of the meter, uh (Uh)
I got my hand on my heater, uh (Uh-huh)
Microwave, call that choppa microwave, heat 'em up (Up)
Like an abusive relationship, you know my gun gon' beat 'em up (Up)
If he up, sticky tucked, but I'm not with the snitchin' stuff (But I'm not with the snitchin' stuff, ooh)
All these n*ggas talkin' tough, wait until I show up (Wait until I show up)
[Chorus]
I'ma secure the bag, do the dash, uh-huh (Uh-huh)
I take Percocets when I feel alone, uh (When I feel alone, I want it all)
Mix it with Promethazine, carry me home (I want it all)
R.I.P. to all my n*ggas dead and gone, uh (Dead and gone, Dead and gone)
I can’t take the pain, numb my sh*t again (Numb my sh*t again, uh-huh)
I can take your main, go and put your digits in (Put your digits in, uh-huh)
I'ma take and give her back, call it karma (Karma, uh-huh)
I take this hurt inside my heart, spend it on designer (Designer)

[Outro]
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