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masked dymond - dior mashup كلمات الأغنية

[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)

- masked dymond

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