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Cold Hart

Designer On Chest

 

Designer On Chest

(álbum: The OC Season 1 - 2016)


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

feito

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