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Tyga Designer Lyrics

Last updated: 08/20/2012 11:38:42 AM

All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Cavalli.
All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigger.
All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Cavalli.
All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigger.

Snake skin, Dior, that was last spring,
Niggers bragging out, ‘cause I got that gold dang.
Make these bitches scream, make these pussies pop.
Killing niggers for no reason, trade van.
This stands in my man, they drop head,
They photoshop, that real shit, my niggers bounting your flaws out, I floss it out.
My dick hard is in abroad, I swear to God I point it out,
My squirt game on her face, I’m dick slapping that big Tracey,
Peacock, see notes, niggers talking about jizz, though.
Honey cocaine, took one for the team, though
That’s real shit, I love it to death, I’ll fuck the bitch until she ain’t whack.
Destroy your life with one check, this makes another million dollar nigger, what’s next?

All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Cavalli.
All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigger.
All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Cavalli.
All my shit designer, all my shit designer,
All my shit designer, I fucked your bitch in Versace, nigger.





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