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dior - freddy2ps lyrics

(verse 1)
the streets rather feed me slugs
see me lose than win
dior‘s on my feet
the game and sweet
but i’m all in
when money callin
i call in
i’m all in
the right l!ck
i’ll take the risk
jaulzin ass niga
i bang a right on terra villa
smokin wit the k!llaz
the homey‘s got pacs n*gga
that za za
and it’s selling like crack nig**
you can smell it through the pack
turkey bags
with the vacuum seal
overnight shipping
got a pay these bills
b*tches catch the chills
at the site of me
michael jackson thriller
that’s inside of me
l just move silently
quiet as kept
i was doing bad
now on bag*chasin
zero patience for the f*ck sh*t
the money is a must b*tch
yeah money a must
i be in to cooking up
anything to double up
dammit anything to bubble
i sleep with the heat
that’s the only time i cuddle
baby life‘s a b*tch
i took a l tryna to score baby
life‘s a trip
for them chips
they’ll send you on a long vacation
final destination
body vacant
i just hope i make it b*tch
stop down in these christine dior b*tch
the world is yours b*tch
and i’m just trying to get rich
if she bussin dates
i can make your game pay a pimp
i get the money and dip
fab f*ck a b*tch
i get the money and dip
fly like a saucer
i pull up with your daughter
like i’m her new father
baby life is great
i be in in to owning thangs
can u handle real estate
(hook)
i know some shooters
that’ll die bout dem louis vuitton
stomp down
in these christian dior’s
the world is yours
and life’s a b*tch
i be into cooking up
anything to get rich
dammit anything to get rich
l be into cookin up
yeah i’m with the quick flip
stomp down
in these christian dior’s
blood spent 12.5
for them retro dior’s

(verse 2)

my la familia
full of drug dealers
k!llers and boosters
i be in the trenches
with the users and shooters
nig** a buddha so keep the whoopty
fo 5 and the quran
brotha i’m king kufi
being broke is h*lla bootsy
n*gg* unlearn that sh*t
she keep messaging and calling
i’m a block that b*tch
drop her off to her boyfriend
let him stalk that b*tch
i be into comin up
stackin up dem poker chips
i heard it’s rockin n stockton
all them pretty lookin ar’s
is fresh out the boxes
whoa
it’s fresh out the box
i got gwap
she gimme top
while i play wit the box
i’m spice 1 wit the toolie
blaouu
welcome to the ghetto
where the ho’s shop at dd’s
they ain’t worried bout stilettos
i smoke weed
she do the dabbing and the edibles
no beef no pork
i do the fish and the vegetables
mind body soul
don’t let them strip you of it
baking a cake
but it’s on top of the oven
baking a cake
but it’s on top of the oven
cousin
n*gg** bug’n if they thank
freddy p ain’t going to prosper
molten rock
hot as lava
b*tch run my gwalla
b*tch
and we just tryna to live free
can’t associate with roaches
that is not me
n*gg*‘s copy
that’s a stolen identity
they copy like kinko’s
everybody say they murder
till it’s time to really war
i just want the bag daddy
i’m a really score
6*8 running mates
and i bet the 10 to 4
free the homie doin life
he said it’s ugly on that level four
and i’m just trying to make my rounds
like the monopoly board
christian dior slippers
i got money from real strippers
i sold powder to real strippers
from e.p.a to e. menlo
i was taught to get it
cook it
cut it
bag it
flip it
baby i was taught to get it
g*27 with extended
i will never lend it
i ain’t taking no l’s
i’m just grinding like i’m baby making
tryna to prevail
(hook 2)
i know some shooters
that’ll die bout them louis vuitton
stomp down
in these christian dior’s
the world is yours
and life’s a b*tch
i be into cooking up
anything to get rich
dammit anything to get rich
l be into to cookin up
yeah i’m with the quick flip
stomp down
in these christian dior’s
blood spent 12.5
for them retro dior’s

- freddy2ps lyrics

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