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Yeat - Designer Drugz Lyrics

​designer drugz Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, I'm proud of everyone doing it, shit, but not you, girl (Girl, huh)
I'm talkin' everyone, yeah, 'cause you fuck up my mood, girl (Yeah)
Came back in this bitch and I know they ain't ready, yeah
Got Prada [?] (Yeah)
The hunnids, the bitch comin' back like I'm [?] (Yeah)
Those is fraudulent texts, you not hittin' no [?] (Yeah)
([?])
(Yeah, [?] tellin' 'em I'm on designer drugs, I'on care what you got goin' on, I'on care what you care about, I ain't care about anything)
(Oh, oh, sauce, oh, oh, sauce, oh, oh, sauce)
(We on designer drugs, we on designer drugs, we on dеsigner drugs)

[Chorus]
We on designеr drugs
I get exotic hoes, huh (We got exotic hoes)
I sip yo' shoe in my cup (Cup), I sip yo' shoe in my cup (Let's go)
We on all kinds of drugs, let's go
We on exotic drugs
You don't know nun' 'bout me (No)
You not the same as us (No no)

[Verse 1]
I need me Oxy' to sleep, huh
I been off Oxy', do weed
Thirty, I geek, told— told you I— I geek (No way, come on)
Fuck it we make so much money, yeah, what else matters? (What else? Sauce)
I'm not tryna be rude but I came from Saturn (Hrr)
'Bout to go make some bread, 'bout to make the opps madder (Madder)
His bitch was sucking my dick in the video, he mad, he on IG, tagging it up (He mad now)
That lookin' to steal my sauce, this shit not a cabinet (Uh, sauce)
She got a sweet tooth for my dick, matter of fact, she got cavities (Let's go)
Yeah, I heard everyone doing it, shit, but not you, girl (Girl, huh)
I'm talkin' everyone, yeah, 'cause you fuck up my mood, girl, yeah
Came back in this bitch, I ain't know they ain't ready
Got Prada [?] (Yeah)
The hunnids, the bitch comin' back like I'm [?] (Yeah)
Those is fraudulent texts, you ain't hitting no [?] (Yeah)
That bitch got good neck, I could buy her a wedding ring
[?] duffle bag, boot up, like telly
Yeah, I got a chain on my neck it's so heavy
So heavy on me, and this shit could get deadly

[Bridge]
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Too high too much, might die (Oh my God)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Momma, I am going to die (Oh my God)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
Devil ain't telling you why (Oh my God)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
I can't switch no sides
We gang, we [?] for life

[Chorus]
We on designer drugs, I get exotic hoes, huh (We got exotic hoes)
I sip yo' shoe in my cup (Cup), I sip yo' shoe in my cup (Let's go)
We on all kinds of drugs, let's go
We on exotic drugs
You don't know nun' 'bout me (No)
You not the same as us (No no)

[Verse 2]
I need me Oxy' to sleep, huh
I been off Oxy', do weed
Thirty, I geek, told— told you I— I geek (No way, come on)
Fuck it we make so much money, yeah, what else matters? (What else? Sauce)
I'm not tryna be rude but I came from Saturn (Hrr)
'Bout to go make some bread, 'bout to make the opps madder (Madder)
His bitch was sucking my dick in the video, he mad, he on IG, tagging it up (He mad now)

[Outro]
(Oh, oh, sauce, oh, oh, sauce, oh, oh, sauce)