VitDaVillain - Dior Lyrics

I put it on , tha Christian Dior (yeah)

I can't be with , in cuff with a whore (whore)

Made me some racks,than hit back the store (yeah)

Bad luh slut , she just wanna ride it (aye)

Ion even do nun, the money on pilot (yeah)

She don't gotta ask , I really just got it (yeah)

You have a Glock , but you never shot it (shot it)

She seeing me , now she gonna to pop it (ya)

Yea aye , she really gone pop it (pop it)

Aye she getting low , she really gone drop it (yeah )

Yeah I'm at the spot, I'm pulling right in (right in)

She off the Molly , but she not Santana (yea)

Gang mix the syrup, in mix it with Fanta (aye)

Yo hoe up on me , like nigga stop cryin (ya)

Ap my wrist , the opps steady spyin (yeah)

Talking on gang , now you can't breathe (breathe

Im with twin Pluto he throwing up B's (up b's)

Just talk to bandz , it's still free vee

This a push start, ion need no key

He get in that room you know he gone plea

I pull in that lamb, got hoes on me

I get the bag, just get it just go

Sex on a hoe , I do it solo

See us a opp , we kickin his doh

Dese niggas don't get it, like say no mo

This hoe a freak, I'm lifting her up

I get in my mood , I stay out the way

This hoe a slut, she out in LA

Can't rock with that side , it's still DannyK

I went to her crib , but I didn't stay

I mob with The Villains , Like get out my way

She givin me dome , she givin me face

I'm gettin these bands , you think I was chase

She come to the back , the back of the wraith

I put it on , tha Christian Dior (yeah)

I can't be with , in cuff with a whore (whore)

Made me some racks,than hit back the store (yeah)

Bad luh slut , she just wanna ride it (aye)

Ion even do nun, the money on pilot (yeah)

She don't gotta ask , I really just got it (yeah)

You have a Glock , but you never shot it (shot it)

She seeing me , now she gonna to pop it (ya)

Yea aye , she really gone pop it (pop it)

Aye she getting low , she really gone drop it (yeah )

Yeah I'm at the spot, I'm pulling right in (right in)

She off the Molly , but she not Santana (yea)

Gang mix the syrup, in mix it with Fanta (aye)

Yo hoe up on me , like nigga stop cryin (ya)

Ap my wrist , the opps steady spyin (yeah)

Talking on gang , now you can't breathe (breathe