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four seasons - tristan dior lyrics

[chorus]
she gone pick up the phone when i call
b*tch i don’t go to the mall
she looked at my ig, she think i’m a star
b*tch you know me, i don’t know who you are
she told me she love me i told the b*tch keep dreaming
i treat her mansion like the four seasons
i put the tip in, she started creaming
just like the movie this b*tch keep screaming
f*ck
i poured up a 6 in a big body truck
i’m aca, smg, that’s us
she catching feelings, told that b*tch catch the bus
i’m h*rny as f*ck, took 2 minutes to bust
you can’t name a hoe or a man that i trust
got a lot of opps but i’m still untouched
she spreading her legs and she wanna get touched
i’m sipping on wock’, this ain’t no tuss

[verse]
look her in her eyes and i made her blush
put d*ck in her p*ssy and i made her cuss
i make what you make in a year in a month
f*ck a pat down, i got in with a gun
f*cking this hoe, she eat me up like lunch
f*cking this hoe, she eat me up like brunch
she smoking d*ck, ain’t smoking no runtz
she wanna be my only one
she wanna be my one and only
choppa on me like the motherf*cking army
he mad at me cause his main b*tch on me
i’m in the hill with a big gun on me
she slayer academy, poured up a 4
the plug just came, i got wock’ at the door
with you she a virgin, with me she a wh0re
she wanna do drugs cause i got all sorts
big body gle, this not a porsche
she doing ketamine just like a horse
i just got high like never before
i’m living a life that you can’t afford
cheat on my b*tch she wanna take me to court
balenci on me, i stopped rocking dior
the boss know me when i walk in the store
she wanna do me like a motherf*cking chore
{trapaholics mixtapes}
stop all that bullsh*t, you not a gang member
run up on me, put a opp on a banner
i made her workout like a private trainer
check on me like i got a wrong answer
pole on me b*tch but i’m not a dancer
poured up a 4 in her crib, got no manners
d*mn
i’m off a oxy, i ain’t taking xans
she wanna hold my hand
she wanna take a trip with her feet in the sand
run up on me then he won’t stand a chance
racks coming in, i might buy me some land
she on a flight, hit me up when you land
i do what i want and you do what you can
i know times get hard
she said she wanna go far
f*cking this b*tch in the back of the car
i’m high as f*ck, i might go to mars
i got pink pills in a jar
i took a purple pill this ain’t no bar
i’m in the private club this ain’t no bar
she ain’t never seen a double r
[chorus]
she gone pick up the phone when i call
b*tch i don’t go to the mall
she looked at my ig, she think i’m a star
b*tch you know me, i don’t know who you are
she told me she love me i told the b*tch keep dreaming
i treat her mansion like the four seasons
i put the tip in, she started creaming
just like the movie this b*tch keep screaming
f*ck
i poured up a 6 in a big body truck
i’m aca, smg, that’s us
she catching feelings, told that b*tch catch the bus
i’m h*rny as f*ck, took 2 minutes to bust
you can’t name a hoe or a man that i trust
got a lot of opps but i’m still untouched
she spreading her legs and she wanna get touched
i’m sipping on wock’, this ain’t no tuss

- tristan dior lyrics

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