Northern.* - designer

Dressed in all designer, yea
Baby eat me like a diner, yea
My girl know that she finer, yea
With your bitch, yea you know you can not find her
Trigger finger itch, pop em like a zit
In the club and I'm rocking all this rick
Got no option, I'm a get em hit
With your bitch and we about to make a flick
I Don't care how many guys you been with
Baby your mine, yea hop up in this whip
Got no time for all the bullshit
Why you lying, yea you know that I'm him
And my money strong, yea it's in the gym
Bitch I'm not from earth, yea invader Zim
When we slide, yea we shoot above the rim
My shooter don't miss yea, he like Tim
Played for the spurs
Glock in my purse
Put em in a hearse
If I ain't last
Then you know I'm first
Never wrote a hook
Never wrote a verse
Dressed in all designer yea
Baby eat me like a diner yea
My girl know that she finer yea
With your bitch, yea you know you can not find her
Trigger finger itch, pop em like a zit
In the club and I'm rocking all this rick
Got no option, I'm a get em hit
With your bitch and we about to make a flick

Written by:
Nathan Craft

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