Lyrics King Louie – Mix Match Designer

Hook:
I be mix matching designer, got on Prada, got on Bali.
I be mix matching designer Farago and that Fendi.
I be mix matching designer, got on Hermans, got on Louie

Verse 1:
I’m smoking dope on my way to oak
My double f’s come from A town
Atlantics mode, acting a clown
Spending bands and bagging bitches.
I’m too fly, blame my robin jeans
All white, I’m on my snow shit
You got a white girl, she like white girl
Got a fat bitch with a big back.

Cost bout 6 stacks, car is hallows is mix match
Drive a nigga like a pist tach
Mercedes amgk, and that bitch on incest
I’m killing shit no syntax
One light skin, one dark skin
I even mix match my bitches.
Got big heads, I got small heads
Mix match my benjamins

Hook:
I be mix matching designer, got on Prada, got on Bali.
I be mix matching designer Farago and that Fendi.
I be mix matching designer, got on Hermans, got on Louie
Belliciago, red bottoms, 30k up in my truey.
You see my Pradas all shine up,
My Robins all shine up,
My Louies all shine up,
My Gucci all shine up.
You see ysl all shine up
Fendi all shine up,
My red bottoms all shine up
Killing this, all shine up.

Verse 2:
Louie on me like oh shit, rock and poloc my old shit
Red bottom’s my bitch like
No box I cop that joey shit
Cargo polo, my belt h, shoes is three and my pants A
Don’t like that fake shit, and that old shit my bitch hate.
Bitch girl on a fitsey hunter, mix match designer
All type expensive shit, I can make my manner.
Jay day with a gold fish, look ghoul on my timer
Rose with a ace of spade, I drink mix match designer.
Pelli on my jordans, I cope my shit and we earn them
Ysl in my fendi belt, match the shit and the porter
As long as order like 3k, that matching shit get boring
City bitch she miss match, my designer shit with my foreign.

Hook:
I be mix matching designer, got on Prada, got on Bali.
I be mix matching designer Farago and that Fendi.
I be mix matching designer, got on Hermans, got on Louie
Belliciago, red bottoms, 30k up in my truey.
You see my Pradas all shine up,
My Robins all shine up,
My Louies all shine up,
My Gucci all shine up.
You see ysl all shine up
Fendi all shine up,
My red bottoms all shine up
Killing this, all shine up.