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eddie bauer - dior don lyrics

(cxsper)
(yo, alex, we lightin’ up)
(darko)

pile up in that eddie bauer and blaka blaka, b*tch, at every hour
n*gga don’t want no problem with me
n*gga don’t want to come see me about it
if i’m the problem come and solve it, lil’ n*gga, how i know n*ggas don’t be about it
b*tch, i’m havin’, i’ll rock double c’s around you (chanelly)
i got h*lla g’s around me
i got me a piece ‘fore i got a jesus piece, if he got it, i doubt it
boy, i really went through it, you boys went around it
turn up the base, how good is it sounding?
my canadian shooter said f*ck it, just lowe it
i’m givin’ everything i got plus 1,000 (hold on, hold on, b*tch)
walk in this b*tch, shoot the club up
workin’ to give a million to my mother
it’s a whole lot of n*ggas dissin’ with no pot to p*ss in, not no driller, you n*ggas some suckers
send him up to god with this glock from down under
get slapped with the fire like you f*ckin’ with usher
pass me the rock, i’ma beat up the buzzer
baguettes on the clock, that b*tch change different colors
said i’m tweakin’, 20 bands made over the weekend
ain’t no cappin’, i go put a bird in the benz and go shop with them boys in the deep end
go on, say what you want on the net, go double my bands, how i get my revenge
b*tch, i’m aimin’ at nothin’ but necks, so why the f*ck he got a vest? i’m creepin’

this one for my south side n*ggas, really outside n*ggas
catchin’ vibes and you catch bullets if you out of line, n*gga
we get high and we get to it, if you wanna slide, n*gga
b*tch, i really slime n*ggas, you can’t f*ck with my n*ggas
(6, 6, 6, 6, 6)
n*ggas bite the hand that feed ’em
ain’t ’bout the cash, then lil’ b*tch, i’m leavin’
i’m on yo’ ass, i move like a demon
(6, 6, 6, 6, 6)
digital dash, 100 at neiman
whole lotta cash when i really don’t need it
how he make so much money? he signed with the reaper
nah, i just got off my ass and got the f*ck to it
yeah, havin’ whole lotta motion, whole lot of movement
yeah, if you got it, then use it ‘fore yo’ ass lose it
yeah, off the perc that boy ready to shoot it, told him to cool it
pile up in that eddie bauer and blaka blaka, b*tch, at every hour
n*gga don’t want no problem with me
n*gga don’t want to come see me about it
if i’m the problem come and solve it, lil’ n*gga, how i know n*ggas don’t be about it
b*tch, i’m havin’, i’ll rock double c’s around you (chanelly)
i got h*lla g’s around me
i got me a piece ‘fore i got a jesus piece, if he got it, i doubt it
boy, i really went through it, you boys went around it
turn up the bass, how good is it sounding?
my canadian shooter said f*ck it, just lowe it
i’m givin’ everything i got plus 1,000 (hold on, hold on, b*tch)

- dior don lyrics

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