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Designer Antichrist

Blood Dealer
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She wanna blow my money on Valentino Bitch in the drip she looking just like she-go Balenciaga just to boost my ego My shit is so nasty it shouldn't be legal Y'all Stars with no Bucks Ran out of all fucks All talk like "you're up" But I'm fucked up in Europe Shit so fresh, it still got steam Time to change up the industry Mom can purchase shit like Chanel Cuz these hoes buyin Colo tees I still can't get these royalties But I'm still treated like royalty Yeah your bitch is on backstage knees Yeah I'm calling that loyalty All y'all sound the same There's no game to play Merch line that's your pay Mine comes in 8 ways I'm at the top of it all You will never get that call Talking to your management cuz you wanna guest feature No sir I am sorry I do not recall This a flex yeah the flow pristine Rich or die there's no in-between Stacks so fat yeah this shits obscene Pussy dinin' that's fine cuisine I don't know why you feel the need to try Cuz every single band is asking for replies And frankly I ain't got the fucking time To even give a fuck Dripped from head to toe Richard Millie so froze Yeah they call me the designer Antichrist Yeah they copy my clothes Yeah they butcher my flow But you know I'm the designer Antichrist Oh, I ain't got nobody on my guest list Whoa, no friends in the industry we did this alone Y'all act like you seen a Ghost, that whip that I own? And I won't ever leave my throne yeah Still new to the game And we still overtaking Make no mistakes This shits mine for the taking All these bitches gon' be bitches y'all just wait and see Cuz y'all know my Instagram But you'll never know me Call out Everybody thinking they competition Yeah you gotta Calm down And y'all believing the words they're saying in all of their Songs now They be tryna dup a motherfucking animal I'm a god in this bitch You bury your sins I ain't got no shit to hide Dripped from head to toe Richard Millie so froze Yeah they call me the designer Antichrist Yeah they copy my clothes Yeah they butcher my flow But you know I'm the designer Antichrist Oh, I ain't got nobody on my guest list Whoa, no friends in the industry we did this alone Y'all act like you seen a Ghost, that whip that I own? And I won't ever leave my throne yeah