lirik lagu dior mashup – masked dymond
[intro: pop smoke]
traphouse mob
huh, roll another one
said i’m never lackin’, always pistol packing (this is a melo beat)
with them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven (huh)
wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (aw, sh*t), huh
oh, you feelin’ st*rdy, huh? (you feelin’ st*rdy, man)
shake some’, huh
shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh
[chorus: pop smoke]
she like the way that i dance
she like the way that i move
she like the way that i rock
she like the way that i woo
and she let it clap for a n*gga
(she let it clap for a n*gga)
and she throw it back for a n*gga
(yeah, she throw it back for a n*gga)
mike amiri, mike amiri
billie jean, billie jean (uh)
christian dior, dior
i’m up in all the stores
when it rains, it pours
she like the way i rrr
mike amiri, mike amiri
billie jean, billie jean (uh)
christian dior, dior
i’m up in all the stores
when it rains, it pours
she like the way i rrr
[verse 1; pop smoke]
when i walk in the spot, thirty on me
buy out the club, n*ggas know that i’m paid
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas ’cause n*ggas is g*y
all on my page suckin’ d*ck
all in my comments and screamin’ my name
while i’m in the club, throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones
[verse 2: xxxtentacion]
got her wet, uh
black tints, black cars, posted in the back, uh
foreign bop, loaded glock, i can’t never lack, uh
lose the club, if you hit a l!ck, can’t run it back, uh
okay, shorty, i can’t trust no b*tch, how you do that?
f*ck the fame, i’ma k!ll a b*tch if he talk reck’, uh
i’ma wreck his sh*t, don’t sweat the sh*t, ayy, run it back
if i’m in your hood and see you, b*tch, ayy, run it back (woo)
pistols have him runnin’ like a f*ckin’ running back
who want me?
you try me, you’ll lose your hopscotch, ooh
my og told me, “don’t trust thots or f*ckboys,” uh (ayy, ayy)
bl**dy knife in my holster, i behead guys, ooh (ayy)
caught an opp, not no pokémon, want dead guys, uh
i don’t sleep, i rest with my knife at bedtime, ooh (ayy)
[verse 3: xxxtentacion]
i feel like i’m yo’ daddy, how many times i’m gon’ f*ck?
tryna put my d*ck in her b*tt
swerving in that b*tch, she bound to take d*ck
she bound to bust nut, she down to get jiggy
i pass her big d*cky, no half, but infinity
stroke your vicinity, b*tches, that coke ending me
offer it, out for offerin’
n*ggas say they “body the p*ssy”, then lets bang
k!ll a f*ck n*gga, he p*ssy, don’t want pain
watch a n*gga fold or mold, he won’t stay
i’ve been in a murder, revolved around pain
i’m out of my mind, got disgust in my face
you think i’m p*ssy ‘til beam hit your face
glock in yo’ mouth, got your b*tch at my house
and that b*tch tryna f*ck, so i’m f*ckin’ her face
[verse 4: juice wrld]
ayy
b*tch, i be sicker than syphilis
f*ck n*gga trippin’ and i’ma get rid of ’em, uh
my eyes go blacker than licorice
i hit a l!ck and i ended up k!llin’ ’em, uh
she tell me i taste just like a lollipop
she can’t stop l!ckin’ me, uh
b*tch, i’m the goat, b*tch, you suck
you wanna fight? b*tch, what’s up?
um, every day i’m on go mode with a four*oh up in my pants
slump off of the percs and the codeine, no more can i ever do xans
um, i take drugs when i’m copin’, uh
mama told me it turned to a dope fiend, uh
n*ggas in jail droppin’ the soap like what?
i heard that that was your homie, yeah
i got lean in my p*ss, i got beams on my bl!ck
on that gun is a d*ck, i’m gon’ f*ck your face with it
i got lean in my p*ss, i got beams on my gl!ck
on my gun is a d*ck, i’m gon’ f*ck your face with it, uh
haha, yeah, uh*huh, uh*huh
[verse 5: pop smoke]
they know i’m wildin’
if i’m on the island, i’m sn*tchin’ the cell
brody got locked, denied his bail (woo)
until he free, i’m raisin’ h*ll
tell my shooters call me facetime
for all the times we had to face time
free d*nice, he doin’ state time
if you need the glizzy, you could take mine
please don’t come out your mouth, you know i’m like that
i’ll make a movie like tnt (baow)
glock*30 on me, ask who really want it
i bet i air it like bnb
nappy blue wildin’ in my section
and i keep that .38 for the weapon
remember when i came home from corrections (uh*huh)
all the bad b*tches in my direction (uh)
[chorus: pop smoke]
she like the way that i dance
she like the way that i move
she like the way that i rock
she like the way that i woo
and she let it clap for a n*gga
(she let it clap for a n*gga)
and she throw it back for a n*gga
(yeah, she throw it back for a n*gga)
mike amiri, mike amiri
billie jean, billie jean (uh)
christian dior, dior
i’m up in all the stores
when it rains, it pours
she like the way i rrr
mike amiri, mike amiri
billie jean, billie jean (uh)
christian dior, dior
i’m up in all the stores
when it rains, it pours
she like the way i rrr
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