"Designer" lyrics
Casper & RK Lyrics
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I rock is designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I smoke is the fire
And she used to diss but she want the clique
'Cause we all in designer
My niggas do hits strap boppin', one piff and you know it's the fire
We MG it's free Sdot, we the new empire
When you come home we gon' have you in brand new designer
All I rock is designer
True Religion attire entire
Please don't try to pitch to me if you ain't sellin' that fire
On my waist, I got me a lighter and I ain't talkin' 'bout BIC
Shorty stopped me on the street
I told her that I ain't taking no pics
Got ice up on my wrists
Heart turned cold like the fridge
All I rock is designer
Truey jeans, Gucci belt, fresh kicks
Everytime I see a pack I made it flip
Everytime I shot a gun I made him dip
But for real, there be [?] up in my clip
And if you diss then we comin' where you live
'Member I was broke, there was holes in my clothes
[?] look so fresh, like where'd you get those?
I ain't gon' lie, we was whippin' that hot on the stove
Man, you should already snow
She told me I was the coldest she met
I said "nah, baby girl, that's just diamonds on gold"
I'm tryna stack it until it can't fold
Call me two-four 'cause the trap never close
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I rock is designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I smoke is the fire
And she used to diss but she want the clique
'Cause we all in designer
My niggas do hits strap boppin', one piff and you know it's the fire
We MG it's free Sdot, we the new empire
When you come home we gon' have you in brand new designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I rock is designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I rock is designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I smoke is the fire
And she used to diss but she want the clique
'Cause we all in designer
My niggas do hits strap boppin', one piff and you know it's the fire
We MG it's free Sdot, we the new empire
When you come home we gon' have you in brand new designer
All I rock is designer
True Religion attire entire
Please don't try to pitch to me if you ain't sellin' that fire
On my waist, I got me a lighter and I ain't talkin' 'bout BIC
Shorty stopped me on the street
I told her that I ain't taking no pics
Got ice up on my wrists
Heart turned cold like the fridge
All I rock is designer
Truey jeans, Gucci belt, fresh kicks
Everytime I see a pack I made it flip
Everytime I shot a gun I made him dip
But for real, there be [?] up in my clip
And if you diss then we comin' where you live
'Member I was broke, there was holes in my clothes
[?] look so fresh, like where'd you get those?
I ain't gon' lie, we was whippin' that hot on the stove
Man, you should already snow
She told me I was the coldest she met
I said "nah, baby girl, that's just diamonds on gold"
I'm tryna stack it until it can't fold
Call me two-four 'cause the trap never close
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I rock is designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I smoke is the fire
And she used to diss but she want the clique
'Cause we all in designer
My niggas do hits strap boppin', one piff and you know it's the fire
We MG it's free Sdot, we the new empire
When you come home we gon' have you in brand new designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I rock is designer
All I rock is designer, all I smoke is the fire
True Religion attire, all I smoke is the fire
