Lil Tecca

Designer

Lil Tecca

LETRA

Designer Letra

Oh my gosh, it's Lil Tecca

Ayy, Gucci, Fendi, lotta bands (Lotta bands)
Prada, God-mode, hurt me through my [?] ([?])
Lotta designer holdin' up my pants (Up my pants)
Zara, Truey, bought me for the dance, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money
You can't take it from me (Take it from me)
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
You can't take it from me
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy

Aye, Tecca [?] going for the gold (For the gold)
Couple of thots, and we on the roll (Roll)
I don't give a fuck about you, I‘ma get it though
I just hope you know I'm Tecca from the fucking O, ayy
Tecca double O, ayy
You will never know, ayy
It's not my fault, I got these bitches on the fucking pole, ayy
It ain't my bitch gotta hella bread and they got hella gold, ayy
All my niggas, with the shits (Shits)
Red beams, get you walk like a thot bitch (Thot bitch)
It's not my fault that we got guns and we got clips
Extended clip with FMJ, might light your block, bitch
I know you know I'm Tecca, done with 50 mop, shit, ayy

Ayy, Gucci, Fendi, lotta bands (Lotta bands)
Prada, God-mode, hurt me through my [?] ([?])
Lotta designer holdin' up my pants (Up my pants)
Zara, Truey, bought me for the dance, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money
You can't take it from me (Take it from me)
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
Bitch, I'm getting money, ayy
You can't take it from me
Bitch, I'm getting money
Yeah, little bitch, I'm getting money, ayy

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