Dreadheadmigo - Mixed Designer Lyrics

Gucci shoes...

Gucci shoes
Louie belt Louie belt
Givenchy hat
Mixed designer
I'm feeling my self

I walk through and I'm feeling myself
Mixed designer all on my body
Dreadlocks hanging low
Feeling like a top shotta
Fina off somebody
Oooooo weeeeee
I'm dripping swag on em
Niggas mad cause I Up and got a bag on em (Big Bag)
Mama taught me I gotta go get it
Yea yea
Ion ask the price my nigga
I spend it yea yea
Ion care about a hater
Cause I'm getting paper
I'm on my grind ain't got time for no wine and dines
I remember having nothing
I'm up all of sudden
Now I'm up to something
Can't nobody tell me nothing
Remember jumping off the porch
Getting straight to the muscle
Ain't nobody give me nothing
So I had to Hustle...

I'm so flawless with designer
They be hating when they know you on
All in my zone all in my zone
Sipping on that patron
I rock the fendi, gucci, Louie
Chanel for my baby
Can't forget the jimmy choo
That smell just me crazy
We stayed down
Stayed loyal and remained big patient
I can't mess these sucks niggas they to complacent
You know that I'm hot
You know I'm rock
You know ima pop
Gone face it
Chasing these blue faces
I pray everybody in my city make it