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Gangsta In Designer (No Concept) - Schoolboy Q
Bad b**ch long hair skin pretty curvy a**
Flat stomach double D's please be the Birkin bag
Designer heels Hermes pants how you fit in that
Look at me Ray Bans I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch sagging see my a** popping thirty tags
Okay I'm energized say my tunes turn her on
This ain't Enterprise but kick it boo let's bring it home
I'm hella high back to back I smoke alone
Unless my ni**a Soul around f**k it cuz let's blow a zone
Now carry on assume you niggas need a loan
Quit it with the texting cuh and go and make a song
My foreign ho b**ch call me a maricon
Always rocking sh*t I never seen or I never known
Name grown overseas fitter
Sergio Tacchini shirt real creeper slippers
YSL see the logo on my zipper
Broad serving me she going down yeah I had to tip her
A-ten-hut
Bad b**ch long hair skin pretty curvy a**
Flat stomach double D's please be the Birkin bag
Designer heels Hermes pants how you fit in that
Look at me Ray Bans I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch sagging see my a** popping thirty tags
HiiiPower b**ch let 'em know the players here
I said HiiiPower b**ch give me gangster of the year
This for my HOG's on Figg and homies on the tier
Always keep this sh*t groovy ni**a and I ain't shed a tear
Black gat black whip no tags on it
Face tats cuz for sure gon' throw the mask on it
Burner on my lap ni**a mothaf**k the cops
DEA and all the feds gona be my murder plot
Money cash hoes by the dozen
Never started cracking b**ches started cooking onions
Now my w**d habit always funded
And these college broads be f**king do whatever have 'em flunking
A-ten-hut
Bad b**ch long hair skin pretty curvy a**
Flat stomach double D's please be the Birkin bag
Designer heels Hermes pants how you fit in that
Look at me Ray Bans I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch sagging see my a** popping thirty tags
B**ch say she like my songs so I do her
She love a street ni**a that done jumped up out the cooler
Uh young-a** entrepreneur
In the 40/40 club tripping like I ain't from Hoover
No bottles no tables I just wanna f**k you
You you and you yeah they know what's up
Only one at a time baby slow it down
Just wait up in the front and listen to the sounds
She doin all the things you say she say do
Swallow evidence her boyfriend never had a clue
Sticking to the script like mothaf**kin' glue
Got your birdie on my wood like the b**ches from the Lou
A-ten-hut
Bad b**ch long hair skin pretty curvy a**
Flat stomach double D's please be the Birkin bag
Designer heels Hermes pants how you fit in that
Look at me Ray Bans I ain't tryna see you fags
Jean jacket different coloured pants I ain't tryna match
Mauve watch sagging see my a** popping thirty tags