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Designer On Chest Lyrics - Artist : Cold Hart
Lil Drill on the track
Ohhhh I put designer on your chest [?] Blowing on kush and I'm still in the west Shawty on me and she say I'm the best Cold Hart baby I am not like the rest I swear you an angel cause girl you is blessed Racing through street I be flying like a jet Don't make me send my dogs And make you call a vet And I just want it all Nothing more and nothing less And when it gets cold, put designer on your chest Gonna surf in the crowd like, "What's up Bruh?" Fuck the cops and the judge Now free Yung Bruh Smoking strong in the blunt Call it Hulk Hogan Love gang in the club got your girl going So, so crazy, crazy Eyes hazy, hazy Fuck you pay me, pay me Baby slay me, slay me Yeah you blessed, blessed, blessed So I'm like yes, yes, yes, yes, yeah shawty you the Best, best, best, nothing like the rest, rest, rest Blowing on kush and I'm still in the west Shawty on me and she say I'm the best Cold Hart baby I am not like the rest I swear you an angel cause girl you is blessed Racing through street I be flying like a jet Don't make me send my dogs And make you call a vet And I just want it all Nothing more and nothing less And when it gets cold, put designer on your chest And when it gets cold put designer chest Burberry scarf put this around ya neck Tell Tommy Hilfiger that he need to cut the check Cause it's still Tommy boys and we fucking up a check I'ma stack it all up and shop with you Just like religion girl you know I'm true I don't want these hoes cause all I want is you Spending blue face hundreds now I never feel blue Ohhh, yes, yes, yes, yes, I feel blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed I put designer on your chest I'm smoking good no stress Blowing on kush and I'm still in the west Shawty on me and she say I'm the best Cold Hart baby I am not like the rest I swear you an angel cause girl you is blessed Racing through street I be flying like a jet Don't make me send my dogs And make you call a vet And I just want it all Nothing more and nothing less And when it gets cold, put designer on your chest Put designer on your chest Yes, yes, yes, yes Cold Hart baby (it's Cold Hart) GBC baby (Goth Boi Clique) Free Lil Tracy (free Lil Tracy man) Skrtt skrtt |
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