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belarus - dior don lyrics

(let’s go)
turn that f*ckin’ beat up
big difference ‘tween i want you and i need you
big pimpin’ with the mob, b*tch, i’m t’d up
you’re the type to buy the mall just to please her

belarus, b*tch, that’s how far the money go
get some blue strips, money comin’ in and through that door
get ya’ boo hit, i don’t know who she knows, that b*tch get blowed
don’t care ’bout who did it, b*tch, i’m too up and too rich to know
(oh my god)
feel like smurkio
we in them h*llcats and tracks, hit my smurki flow
want me to buy the bag, ain’t let me f*ck, she a birdy hoe
sn*tchin’ off the tags, prada bag full of dirty clothes
ovo, october baby, handin’ out that holy smoke
i been in control, as far as life, that’s how my story goes (lil’ dior)
i got 2 glock 40’s, that’s like 20 polеs
heard you told yo’ crew a differеnt story, let my bl**dy know
you ain’t hoover, you ain’t red, you ain’t nothin’ bro
type money like this, they think you up to somethin’, bro
swear that glocky bigger than my coat, buy a bigger coat
heard he playin’ both sides like lil’ bro was from figueroa
lil’ n*ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout ‘nan, it’s too many of those
‘fore i had the money, was already walkin’ like i had a milli to blow (big hunna)
b*tch, i’m great, i already know, need a billi know
and none of my music the same, i got a trillion flows (boy, goddam)
it cost a kajilli to smoke
blatt, i can’t leave it without, i tote a lil’ bl!cky, he “billy the goat”
murda music, i’m billy, the kid
n*ggas fraudulent just like the pope
makin’ music to feed all my children, makin’ music to feed all the bros
belarus, b*tch, that’s how far the money go
get some blue strips, money comin’ in and through that door
get ya’ boo hit, i don’t know who she knows, that b*tch get blowed
don’t care ’bout who did it, b*tch, i’m too up and too rich to know
(oh my god)
feel like smurkio
we in them h*llcats and tracks, hit my smurki flow
want me to buy the bag, ain’t let me f*ck, she a birdy hoe
sn*tchin’ off the tags, prada bag full of dirty clothes

hoe, i’m the headmaster
you a lil’ headass, mane
b*tch, i’m the brand ambassador, i got the intel, gang
kick sh*t with my demons, we already in h*ll, mane
inhale smoke, inhale his gang, she f*ck with the mob, she f*ck the chains

- dior don lyrics

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