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Dior

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The streets rather feed me slugs

See me lose than win

Dior's on my feet, he game and sweet, but I'm all in

When money callin', I call in, I'm all in

The right lick, I'll take the risk

Jaulzin' ass nigga

I bang a right on terra villa

Smokin' with the killas

The homies got packs, nigga

That zaza, and it's selling like crack, nigga

You can smell it through the pack

Turkey bags with the vacuum seal

Overnight shipping, gotta pay these bills

Bitches catch the chills at the site of me

Michael Jackson, thriller, that's inside of me

I just move silently

Quiet as kept, I was doing bad

Now on bag-chasin'

Zero patience for the fuck shit, the money is a must bitch

Yeah, money a must

I be in to cooking up anything to double up

Damn it, anything to bubble, I sleep with the heat

That's the only time I cuddle

Baby, life's a bitch, I took a L tryna to score, baby

Life's a trip for them chips

They'll send you on a long vacation

Final destination

Body vacant, I just hope I make it bitch

Stop down in these Christian Dior, bitch

The world is yours, bitch

And I'm just trying to get rich

If she bussin' dates, I can make your game pay a pimp

I get the money and dip, Fab fuck a bitch

I get the money and dip, fly like a saucer

I pull up with your daughter like I'm her new father

Baby, life is great, I be into owning thangs

Can you handle real estate?

I know some shooters that'll die 'bout them Louis Vuitton

Stomp down in these Christian Dior's

The world is yours and life's a bitch

I be into cooking up anything to get rich

Dammit, anything to get rich

I be into cookin' up

Yeah, I'm with the quick flip

Stomp down in these Christian Dior's

Blood spent 12.5 for them retro dior's

My la familia, full of drug dealers

Killers and boosters, I be in the trenches

With the users and shooters

Nigga a Buddha, so keep the whoopty

4-5 and the Qur'an, brother, I'm King Kufi

Being broke is hella bootsy, nigga, unlearn that shit

She keep messaging and calling, I'ma block that bitch

Drop her off to her boyfriend, let him stalk that bitch

I be into comin' up, stackin' up them poker chips

I heard it's rockin' in Stockton

All them pretty lookin AR's is fresh out the boxes

It's fresh out the box, I got gwap

She gimme top while I play with the box

I'm spice one with the toolie, blaow

Welcome to the ghetto where the hoe's shop at DD's

They ain't worried 'bout stilettos

I smoke weed, she do the dabbing and the edibles

No beef, no pork, I do the fish and the vegetables

Mind, body, soul, don't let them strip you of it

Baking a cake, but it's on top of the oven

Niggas buggin' if they think Freddy P ain't going to prosper

Molten rock, hot as lava, bitch, run my gwalla

Bitch, and we just tryna to live free

Can't associate with roaches, that is not me

Nigga's copy, that's a stolen identity

They copy like Kinko's

Everybody say they murder, 'til it's time to really war

I just want the bag daddy, I'ma really score

6-8 running mates and I bet the ten to four

Free the homie doin' life, he said it's ugly on that level four

And I'm just trying to make my rounds like the Monopoly board

Christian Dior slippers, I got money from real strippers

I sold powder to real strippers

From E.P.A. to E. Menlo, I was taught to get it

Cook it, cut it, bag it

Baby, I was taught to get it

I will never lend it, I ain't taking no L's

I'm just grinding like I'm baby making, tryna to prevail

I know some shooters that'll die 'bout them Louis Vuitton

Stomp down in these Christian Dior's

The world is yours and life's a bitch

I be into cooking up anything to get rich

Dammit, anything to get rich

I be into to cookin' up

Yeah, I'm with the quick flip

Stomp down in these Christian Dior's

Blood spent 12.5 for them retro Dior's

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