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dior freestyle - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
off the mussle for the win, n*gga
(24 on the beat)
all 2021, n*gga
statements

[verse 1: blue pesos & duffy]
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my sheets
i ain’t mean to bag your b*tch, sorry bro, she was a freak
off the mussle, we them n*ggas and we gas any beat
if i put it on her good, she gon’ put me on her leash (b*tch)
susyyt, long drum with a beam
famous with a dime, that same b*tch in your dreams
who the f*ck spilled the lean? punching n*ggas with these rings
otm (ayy), we pull up (ayy, ayy), we be makin’ b*tches scream
all stars on my team, n*gga don’t want that issue
big poles, big booths, lil’ n*gga, i’m official
if i hate her, i don’t miss her, and i know i ain’t sh*t
i just b00bangеd her sister, her mark on mе missing
her dad, he don’t like me, flirtin’ with his wifey
you know what that mean, i can hit highly likely
her aunt call me papi, 6ix9ine like tekashi
in a double*r truck like i’m chillin’ with roddy
big blues in my pocket, why you n*ggas always jocking? (huh?)
always rockin’ what we rockin’, always droppin’ when we droppin’
man, you n*gga need to stop it, sidekick like you robin
you ain’t never been the time, you had it good, you had an option
i’m the type to sn*tch your chain and go and sell it at an auction
gettin’ brain in the rage and catch a play like i’m johnson
man, sh*t ain’t been the same since a n*gga stopped flockin’
bop bop, bleed a ch*nk for them blues in my pocket
sn*tchin’ n*ggas out they car, b*tch, i’m brighter than a star
i’m so high, i almost jumped off the moon, i’m on mars (ayy)
i always been that n*gga, you can find some i’m scarred
n*ggas always actin’ hard ’til we pull up, sn*tch souls
the ‘bow came wrapped, so that n*gga let it go
ain’t no lyin’ to this b*tch, she already know i got hoes
simon says get the dough, so when we come through that door
that mean stop, drop and roll, then we pull off in a rolls
n*gga
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my sheets
i ain’t mean to bag your b*tch, sorry bro, she was a freak (sheesh)
off the mussle, we them n*ggas and we gas any beat
if i put it on her good, she gon’ put me on her leash, yeah, hundred, though
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b*tch
i ain’t mean to hit your ho, she was all on my d*ck
i need a beef and gas n*ggas up, hold on
ugh
[chorus: duffy]
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b*tch
i ain’t mean to hit your ho (what?), she was all on my d*ck (ayy)
just talked to ling ling, told her buy me more kicks
otm the dream team, lil’ b*tch, we don’t miss

[verse 2: duffy]
why you show up no sticks? bullets scarred, go fish
purple rain in my cup, lil’ b*tch, like i’m prince
take a chain? yeah, he wish, finna dig another ditch
got the barret in the bag like i play for the nicks
i’m a mac, macaroni, he a cap rapper phony
put me in, b*tch, i’m shootin’ every shot like i’m kobe
montana, b*tch, i’m tony, in his hood i’m a trophy
balenciaga steppin’, big kicks, where the goalie? (where he at?)
sets bad on p*ssy if he tell a b*tch he know me
you ain’t out of la or maybe dallas, howie homie
bad*ass n*gga joey, chasin’ green, n*gga, yoshi (all blues)
i’m ice cold, pulled the blower out and froze him
fly sh*t h*lly, stayin’ with a stick ’cause i’m chasin’ mozzarella
press me? n*gga, never
sent the b*tch, yeah, clever
i’m tryna put my n*ggas on the map like treasure
send seal like a letter, your b*tch want my sweater (b*tch, what?)
n*ggas inconsistent like the california weather
if he hard, but i’m better, on me like i’m yeller
i’ll bust him in his head with a pipe ’cause i’m pressure
i feel like tee grizzley ’cause this sh*t take no effort
this bummy n*gga really think he fresh but i’m fresher
she callin’, i’m s*xtin’, he goofy he pressin’
tell ’em get the chalk, we gon’ teach bro a lesson
no, he not with no plan, not talkin’ that dough, what the f*ck is he sayin’? (the f*ck?)
thirteen hoes with a mask like i’m jason
i’m all out of patience, this glock actin’ racist
cappin’ like a shooter, bro, that n*gga pump*faking (n*gga, yeah)
[interlude: duffy & blue pesos]
and all that, n*gga (ayy, ayy)
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b*tch
ugh, n*gga
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my sheets, ayy
n*gga, it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b*tch (yeah)
ayy, ayy

[chorus: duffy]
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b*tch
i ain’t mean to hit your ho, she was all on my d*ck
just talked to ling ling, told her buy me more kicks
otm the dream team, lil’ b*tch, we don’t miss

- otm lyrics

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