Designer Fits - Malc Ricch

Mary's an animal, as sick as they come Taste of a cannibal, on top of her tongue She'll fill you with loving and drink out your blood She's trying to kill me, but I just want your- What's the matter with that company jet? What's the matter with that rolled cigarette? Well, you feel like a loner, you feel like a lonely little lamb What's the matter with those ivory keys? What's the matter with that life that you lead? Well, you feel like a loner, you feel like a lonely little lamb Can you feel anything? Are you more than a sensitive man? There she is, plain as day She would love, oh, to take you away I just want your- Cold-blooded, as cruel as can be Abuse her and you'll always need Oh, to feel Mary's loving, to feel Mary's loving, little lamb Stop running and fuel the disease Don't use her or you'll always need Oh, to feel Mary's loving, to feel Mary's loving, little lamb I just want your- What's the matter with that silicone dress? But can't you see you've made a terrible mess? Oh, you feel like a loner, you feel like a lonely little lamb Can you feel anything? Are you more than a sensitive man? There she is, plain as day She would love, oh, to take you away I just want your- Cold-blooded, as cruel as can be Abuse her and you'll always need Oh, to feel Mary's loving, to feel Mary's loving, little lamb Stop running and fuel the disease Don't use her and you'll always need Oh, to feel Mary's loving, to feel Mary's loving, to feel Mary's loving, to feel- Mary's an animal, as sick as they come Taste of a cannibal, on top of her tongue She'll fill you with loving and drink out your blood She's trying to kill me, but I just want your-

Fell down the stairwell, had tripped on my feet My heart got untied and laced with ennui Dear Mr. Shoemaker, make me some cleats How it'd be lovely to step on my dreams I see, I see it's too true to believe You were just lying next to me Hear it all and by the hour forget See it all and say, "Who? Who?" Heal it all and by the hour forget See it all and say, "Who? Who?" Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'? That I can't hold on? (Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?) What you sayin'? What you sayin'? That I can't move on? (Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?) See in the way of the poorest The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined See in the way of the future, the way of the story The way of the time Up is the way that I wanted to see For, less the good nightmares, I was bereaved Dear Mr. Sandman, please give me some sleep How it'd be lovely to have all my dreams I see, I see it's too true to believe You were just lying next to me Hear it all and by the hour forget See it all and say, "Who? Who?" Heal it all and by the hour forget See it all and say, "Who? Who?" But you say, but you say But you can't get up (Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?) But you say, but you say But you can't hold on (Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?) See in the way of the poorest The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined See in the way of the future, the way of the story The way of the time Bending backwards Head to toes, and you'll say Get up, get out of this town Get up, get out of this town I feel it down my achey bones And you'll say Get up, get out of this town Get up, get out of this town See in the way of the poorest The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined See in the way of the future, the way of the story The way of the story The way of the, way of the, way of the Time Hear it all and by the hour forget See it all and say Heal it all and by the hour forget See it all and say Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'? That I can't hold on? (Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?) Whatcha sayin'? Whatcha sayin'? That I can't move on? (Who would I love here if I hadn't gone?) See in the way of the poorest The lowest are lovely and lonely, defined See in the way of the future, the way of the story The future's divine

She's had my number since she walked through that door Her strut and swagger cut me right to the core I was already sold and it was understood Oh my baby she fits me good She knows where all of my skeletons hide Knows where my demons will be sleeping tonight She wouldn't change me even if she could (oh) Oh my baby she fits me good She she knows what I need She holds the air I breath and she gives it to me I am more than alive She is the raging fire that burns right through me Oh baby she fits me good Well she's the one that starts and closes the deal Makes me believe that I'm the one at the wheel She gives ya more than any other lover could (oh yeah) Oh my baby she fits me good Oh yeah She she knows what I need She holds the air I breath and she gives it to me I am more than alive She is the raging fire that burns right through me Oh baby she fits me good She she knows what I need She holds the air I breath and she gives it to me I am more than alive She is the raging fire that burns right through me Oh baby she fits me good

Just a small town Cinderella Daddy wants you back home by midnight Every time we're together Yeah, that's my dilemma I need more time with ya I wanna watch the sun rise through the pines with ya Night like this, wouldn't wanna miss Moonlight shining on a long slow kiss You could be the one I can get lucky with If the boot fits Whoa, diamonds in the sky lighting up those eyes, like Whoa, you're the kind of fine that I can't deny It gets me high, cross my heart hope to die Pick a star and make a wish Yeah girl, you can be my all night Dancing in the headlights Fairy tale, good as it gets If the boot fits Yeah, baby, we can run away My carriage is a four by four, four-hundred horse Chevrolet You're like a princess in a blue cotton dress I can be your prince Whoa, diamond in the sky lighting up those eyes like Whoa, you're the kind of fine that I can't deny It gets me high, cross my heart hope to die Pick a star make a wish Yeah girl, you can be my all night Dancing in the headlights Fairy tale, good as it gets If the boot fits Whoa, let me show you how a country boy treats a lady Whoa, go ahead kick 'em off 'cause the boot fits baby Whoa, diamonds in the sky lighting up those eyes like Whoa, you're the kind of fine that I can't deny It gets me high, cross my heart hope to die Pick a star make a wish Yeah girl, you can be my all night Dancing in the headlights Fairy tale, good as it gets If the boot fits Whoa Hm, if the boot fits Whoa Yeah, if the boot fits

This boy got a hit I just want you hear me when I pull up, skrr Have a conversation, don't wanna see you hurt You ain't settle for him 'cause you know your worth Got it from the mud I got it out the dirt These bitches tell you anything to get into your pocket These bitches fucking with me 'cause they know I'm all vibes Pull up in the i8 and these bitches start droppin' She wanna go to my place had these bitches' jaw droppin' See I got tell my feelings gotta tell the truth You could be for these bitches they won't be for you I had a down bitch I ain't know what to do I had to chase this rap shit and go get the loot And I don't mean that I don't give the world to my bitch I know she was down so she deserve to be rich Shawty I'ma go and get you Birkin bags That Rolls Royce you can be the first to have it If I see it, I'm a grab it Take you to Atlanta we gon' flood out Magic You not by my side shawty I can't imagine You make me choosin' you but you know rap my passion I ain't tryna play you this not On Demand Tryna run that check up tryna get them bands That bitch is my fan I am not your man I don't know these bitches they just want my sand Blow up twenty piece 'cause I know I can Put it on a ring so I can ask your hand I'm just tryna blow up while I'm on tour So I can have the flowers hoppin' out that Benz Look at you it's lookin' the mirror Bought you Cartier's now you seeing clearer I bought that new Ferrari we gon' take to dinner Come fuck with double R, we some fucking winners Get your best friend, I call Chris he can tag team along Talkin' 'bout my feelings I ain't tryna brag too long I'm just tryna tell you that I'm all yours Shopping bags, we can have a car full Slide down the window while I pull up Backwoods had the windows rolled up Just make sure that you never ever use me 'Cause I can never fuck with none these groupies Your friend tryna tell you that I ain't a right nigga Don't listen to 'em they tryna have no life with ya Just hang 'em up don't let them break the frame on my picture They fuck the same niggas these bitches won't ride with you See I'm just tryna tell you how I feel inside Turn this music on when you ain't feeling right Turn on Roddy Ricch when niggas tryna vibe I'm in your mind, I'm in your mind Ayy, I'm in your mind Ayy, ayy, tell 'em I'm in your mind Ayy, shawty do you mind Can I just vibe? Ayy, yeah Ayy, don't break the frame on my picture Hey these bitches they won't ride with you Tryna take you to the sky, ride with me Hey, baby I just wanna take you high Fly with me, ayy Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah Hey, hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, hey This boy got a hit

Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money You know Bird loungin' by the pool You know Donbo comin' with the woo I think Keefa just bought some new sneakers Five-thousand, them bitches brand-new I was ridin' on the jet' with lil Setty He my lil' bro, but that nigga heavy I spent 25 thou' on her titties They took her ass fat right out her belly I want some diamonds, I want some baguetties Eliantte callin' every time I'm ready Off a couple bars, I don't need a medic If I did it, then I meant it and I said it Dwayne Wade, I kept the heat Say she a squirter, it got wet on the seat I got a burden like a man in a meet Feel like I buy another safe every week Fivio said she a wetty I was sittin' at the trap house, whippin' shit out the crocker like Betty All a nigga need 'bout ten racks He'll pop you if you pop a 30 My lil' nigga do dirty He just need the lil' wordie Give a fuck 'bout the verdict Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money Ayy, if I got the time, fuck her like a menace Open up her tonsils like she at the dentist Writin' checks, had to work on my penmanship What you got, I spent more on my fit, I spent more on my bitch 20 bitches on top of the Ritz Got the store, you should cop you some kicks We gettin' money hooray, hooray, hooray Havin' dodey on dodey, ain't talkin' no stimulus We went to war for this shit When you stackin' up paper on paper on paper You gon' need some more of this shit Livin' prototype they gon' copy a nigga I done spent some Ms on my property, nigga Got rich off "The Box" how I box me a nigga Flew my bitch out from Thailand, yeah, she do the most My niggas hot like some Cayenne, sittin' in your throat They spend a quarter million in the private, just for the show Shawty gon' call a nigga "Your highness", 'cause we fuck on the low And I get about 12 for a key If a nigga playin' chess, I'm king My niggas ridin' with Berettas, fuck a sting You know I'm poppin' every little team Got a lot of D, got a lot of hundreds Go to buy the bitch with a lot of money

She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on Me and my niggas rollin' in the eight-six On some player shit, but yeah, I keep that TEC, bitch I want a hundred bands on a necklace So I get a hundred bands on my necklace 20K on Instagram so, bitch, you think you poppin'? Chase a bag, won't chase a bitch, 'cause broke shit ain't a option I was kickin' in doors, I was really flockin' Know some niggas down bad, know some niggas locked in That's why I keep that double cup poured up That Rollie on my wrist, you know it's frozed up She want a rich nigga, so she chose us See LA 250 how I roll up She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on My Cuban Diddy Boppin' My Rollie Milly Rockin' It's Ace bottles, if I got it then my niggas got it And we was down bad, now my niggas really shoppin' We cop Birk' bags, 'Lenciaga, Cargan dollars That bitch gon' fuck with niggas 'cause she know I'm ballin' She hit my iPhone, told that bitch stop callin' I clicked on her, told the money, "Bitch, I'm all in" You couldn't dig me, if you did then you would fall in She said she wanna ride in a coupe So I might pour a five or a deuce, ay Might pour five or a deuce, yeah She said she wanna ride in a coupe, ay Listen, baby, I play my moves with you maybe Listen, baby, you know how I'm livin', baby Young nigga trappin' off the iPhone Black bands, I forgot to turn the lights on