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take him 2 satan - dior don lyrics

at this point i’m just stuntin’, that cash do a flip if you want it to
i big bodied the big body, hear that motherf*ckin’ tank engine runnin’ through (big body)
n*gga claim i ain’t steppin’ and don’t even know me, boy, i got a hundred shoes
i get him hit way in peachtree, stay where you at, f*ck around and get found by my hundred goons
you want the* you want the chain or the bag?
b*tch ain’t even answer, lil’ hoe said, “yea”
money stacked tall like them clothes in the hamper, sh*t made more handsome, ben frank my best friend
if i can remember this sh*t was just thеn y’all n*ggas came straight out the air, d*mn
p*ssy, this glock got sent with attachmеnt’s, i take him to satan myself, yeah

he a thot n*gga, tell him quit playin’
you ain’t tell me sh*t i ain’t already heard
how the f*ck you a dboy and stay in the burbs?
n*ggas claimin’ the block but then flock with the birds
these n*gga ride d*ck like they really get paid for it, like i said, he a thot, boy
these n*ggas got everything handed to him, on my mom, you everything i’m not, boy
n*ggas chase the clout and then feel disrespected when you call them out, you’d be shocked, n*gga
n*ggas love to talk hot, only bl!ck in that crib is yo’ bro’s, is you out yo’ top, n*gga?
send that boy up to talk with the gods, they gon’ give you advice on how and when to stop, n*gga
’cause ya’ daddy ain’t teach you lil’ n*gga, even though i should’ve, i was gettin’ guap, n*gga
n*ggas switchin’ sides for what, n*gga?
n*ggas mad i done doubled their moms figures
he want smoke, get him packed in a gar swisher
‘lotta cash, blow a bag, make the car lift up
can y’all hear me? b*tch, go turn the kn*b switch up
y’all can’t even kick it, can’t lock with ya’
i ain’t smellin’ ben frank when you talk then it’s wraps, get back to the racks in the loft, n*gga
i’m toe*taggin’ whoever he brought with ’em
i’m lightin’ one up for my lost n*ggas
southside boy til’ i die, put that 6 on my back and my b*tch out the north, n*gga
and i got the one*up, true boss, n*gga
blow the brains off the top, we floss, n*gga
i go to neiman’s and drop a hundred on some that i already bought, n*gga

at that point i’m just stuntin’, that cash do a flip if you want it to
i big bodied the big body, hear that motherf*ckin’ tank engine runnin’ through (big body)
n*gga claim i ain’t steppin’ and don’t even know me, boy, i got a hundred shoes
i get him hit way in peachtree, stay where you at, f*ck around and get found by my hundred goons
you want the* you want the chain or the bag?
b*tch ain’t even answer, lil’ hoe said, “yea”
money stacked tall like them clothes in the hamper, sh*t made more handsome, ben frank my best friend
if i can remember this sh*t was just then y’all n*ggas came straight out the air, d*mn
p*ssy, this glock got sent with attachment’s, i take him to satan myself, yeah

- dior don lyrics

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