Lil' Pump

Lil' Pump - Designer lyrics

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[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

(Yuh, Lil Pump, ooh, yuh, yuh, huh, brr)

And the rapper's name is Lil Pump



[Bridge]

Yuh, Lil Pump

Yuh, huh?

(Brr)

Yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh

Ayy

Yuh, yuh, yuh

Zaytoven



[Chorus]

I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes

Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze

Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove

Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes

I got fast cars, bad bitches 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]

Drive the 'Rari off the lot, f*ck my wrist up with the pot

Bitch, this sh*t will never stop (brr), presidential on the clock

Couple hoes up on a yacht, I can not f*ck with the ops

Bitch, I made it to the top, go to class, I'm on the drop, ayy

Went to the gun store, and I bought a rocket (ooh)

One million dollars, cash hangin' out my pocket (damn)

All these diamonds drippin' on me, feelin' like a water faucet

Broke niggas hatin' on me, man, this sh*t need to stop it

Lil Pump the freshest nigga comin' out my city

Hit AODs and I'm blowin' straight fifties (brr)

In the kitchen whippin' Whitney, sippin' lean, I lost my kidney

Ain't nobody f*ckin' with me off the Xan, I squeeze a titty, ayy

Dropped out of school, hopped in a private jet (brr)

Bitch, 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 millions, bitch, you know I love to flex



[Chorus]

I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes

Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze

Spanish bitches butt naked and they twerkin' on the stove

Too much racks in my pocket that my wallet can't fold

I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes

I got fast cars, bad bitches 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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