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1 star google review - tristan dior lyrics

[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
drugs in my system they make me breathe different
my shooter gone k!ll you right away, he grieve different
this a 5 thousand dollar mattress b*tch i sleep different
thousand dollar on my shoes b*tch my feet different
do the dash in a coupe b*tch my speed different
b*tch smoke so much now my weed missing, aye
f*cked the b*tch so hard now her weave missing, aye

[verse]
punch a hater in his face now his t**th missing, aye
2 thousand dollar shoes, i got my feet in it
who made this beat? me and dreamz did it
shorty digging in my past, told the b*tch “keep digging”
i’m in her mansion party with 100 women, aye
they asking me for a picture like i’m wonder woman, aye
she always wanna have a threesome, she a closeted lesbian, aye
my life one h*ll of a movie, you can’t even pay to get in
motherf*cker so mad, say he want smoke, come k!ll me then
i don’t really give a f*ck about sh*t, even the government
man i’m tired as f*ck right now man i made 10 songs
b*tch i’m bout to drop my album, you know what’s going on, aye
b*tch stuck in ’09 listening to trey songz, aye
you got lucky one time then you made the same song, aye
it’s 2am right now, i turn my swag on, aye
b*tch late for my appointment at the hair salon
i went and left a one star review on google, b*tch, aye
she don’t know who i am then use google, b*tch, aye
i just spent $500 for dinner, b*tch, aye
keep trying so hard i still look better, b*tch, aye
you one h*ll of a b*tch but i’m the badder b*tch, aye
i get money and i’m happy you a sadder b*tch, aye
my b*tch thick as f*ck i got a fatter b*tch, aye
b*tch mad cause i didn’t follow back the b*tch, aye
he can’t fight a man so he gone slap the b*tch, aye
if i catch her cheating imma cap the b*tch, aye
i don’t know why you mad, you never had the b*tch, aye
motel 6, i fell asleep inside the b*tch, aye
designer all up on my slides and sh*t, aye
she just met me she wanna get intimate
i f*cked her 5 times in one day and she celibate
i found out the b*tch broke and i got the ick
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, aye
drugs in my system they make me breathe different
my shooter gone k!ll you right away, he grieve different
this a 5 thousand dollar mattress b*tch i sleep different
thousand dollar on my shoes b*tch my feet different
do the dash in a coupe b*tch my speed different
b*tch smoke so much now my weed missing, aye
f*cked the b*tch so hard now her weave missing, aye

- tristan dior lyrics

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