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dior flow - pop smoke lyrics

dior flow lyrics
[pop smoke: intro]
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

[pop smoke: chorus]
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
[lil skies: verse 2]
a grow man, remember how i use to hide the work in a soda can
cops pull me over, i ain’t goin’, i ain’t gettin’ jammed
stanley hittin’ l!cks, just to get some money in his head
back in garfield , i use to like those days
hit the pool f*ck some hoes with my ai operates
me and cam fightin’ n*ggas, had our psycho ways
god had me in his plans, ’cause my life doesn’t change
i used to think about how my eskimate make a mil’
i was workin’ on my plans, like f*ck the credits and deals
i hate askin’ mom for money ’cause i knew she got bills
so i started rob’ em n*ggas but i don’t like to steal
i saw my uncle sell drugs, back then he wasn’t in a club
everybody showed’ em love from the hood to the club
i use to think that sh*t was cool until he got locked up
and even me he was my ideal, but that sh*t f*cked me up
my grandmother use to cry every time i would pack wood
i use to hide behind the shed and smoke a new point
stop smokin’ cigarettes ’cause it was hard for me to breathe
now i’m tearing down stages, make’ em wave that they believe
f*ck a tren’, i don’t need a friend i just, bands
hallow says not it up, johnny can’t comprehend
grandma ship stays on the flo’, but if now then i gotta swim
move out the way muhf*cker

[pop smoke: chorus]
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 (yeah, yeah)
[nle choppa: verse 3]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
i am a menace, keep me a rack just like tennis
i’m with the sh*t like i’m dennis
i started this sh*t, i’ma finish
n*ggas be hatin’, tryna blemish my image
who want the smoke? .223 came with the scope
extended clip long as a rope
we wipe his nose, just like he had him a cold
i knew that boy was a ho
pull up with the gang, you know that we bangin’
what is your set, n*gga? what is you claimin’?
i am a beast, you cannot tame it
don’t point a finger, this sh*t can get dangerous
these n*ggas hatin’, these n*ggas plottin’
ooh, he got money, i’m runnin’ his wallet
you say you a k!ller, lil’ n*gga, stop it
in a shootout, your gun was droppin’
you really a fraud, you cannot stomp on this yard
my n*ggas, they scammin’, they swipin’ them cards
i am so high that i’m talkin’ to stars
i’m gone off them jiggas, i’m poppin’ them bars
don’t mind my pimpin’, b*tch, don’t sweat me
chopper got a kick, call that sh*t jet li
sauce gang dripped up, what is your recipe?
gon’ get an f if a n*gga try testin’ me
whole lotta money, whole lotta guala
hit the party fifty deep, nothin’ but my shottas
n*gga tried me so you know i had to pop him
so many bullets, it confused the doctor
whole lotta racks, whole lotta stacks
f*ck a headshot, i’ma shoot him in the back
three*point*five rolled up in the cack’
we don’t smoke reggie, this sh*t called gas
i’m sticked up like a blind man
i’m super hot like a frying pan
he say that he gon’ take somethin’ from me
ayy, just know, he lyin’, man
i’ma up from my hip then blow like a whistle
your b*tch suckin’ d*ck like a kool*aid pickle
two bullets in your chest, that’s a nipple
and if a n*gga run up, i’ma pop him like a pimple
get rich or die tryin’, i’m feelin’ like 50
brand new chopper got double*d titties
n*gga, don’t play me, i don’t get silly
love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah

[nle choppa: interlude]
yeah, love all the beef like a southwest philly, yeah, ayy
bet, love all the beef like a southwest philly

[nle choppa: verse 4]
i might just od, percs k!llin’ me slowly
feelin’ like i’m kobe, can’t nan’ n*gga hold me
if he wanna run up on me, shoot him like gin0bili
and i’m with the sh*t, lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby (yeah)
and i’m with the sh*t, lil’ homie, yeah, like i’m toby, b*tch (yeah)
finna ad*lib, keep all that (like i’m toby, yeah, yeah)
(like a school shooter named toby, yeah)
keep all that, tay, yeah (this sh*t straight drop, lil’ n*gga, no cut)
ayy, tay, keep all that, keep all that (straight drop, lil’ n*gga, no cut)
yeah, yeah

[lil ki114r: verse 5]
that n*gga know you a b*tch, a n*gga get the f*ck outta my way
i don’t want n0body here, why you actin’ like a n*gga b*tch
why you actin’ like these n*ggas exist in my muhf*ckin’ b*tch
n*gga better stop movin’ my b*tch, better start movin’ it fast
you better start movin’ or get f*cked away
you better get the f*ck away from me, get yo ass hoe ‘own
lil’ n*gga get yo ass down, i’m ol’ menace
i don’t want n0body, why you lyin’ to me
why you lyin’ to my muhf*ckin’ face, i’m the real n*gga that’s it
better stop lyin’ before you get yo ass shot and dead, b*tch

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