Slimesito, Dee Aura - Christian Dior lyrics

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Yeah, uh

Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
Niggas ain't balling
That boy on the bleachers high with my bitch
Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah
I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter
Talking about racks, make that off a feature
That nigga strange, know I watch his demeanor
Left my bitch and I'm talking about Nina
Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it
White wifey tryna' give me
Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding
All my niggas they be flaging and bleeding
One shooter on the block, he Norweigan
Four Glocks on me for four seasons
Sipping drank on thе road and I'm sleeping

Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
Niggas ain't balling
That boy on thе bleachers high with my bitch
Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah
I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter
Talking about racks, make that off a feature
That nigga strange, know I watch his demeanor
Left my bitch and I'm talking about Nina
Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it
White wifey tryna' give me
Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding
All my niggas they be flaging and bleeding
One shooter on the block, he Norweigan
Four Glocks on me for four seasons
Sipping drank on the road and I'm sleeping

It's the dedication nigga
Christian my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
Glock hot as fuck like this shit got a fever
I'm trapping hard as fuck, I need a beeper
Bitch from the islands, she need a Visa
Out here sliming niggas, tryna' be sita'
Three stripes, I ain't talking about Adidas
Snatching niggas so I feel like the reaper
Life brazy but I still love mi vida
Shit, life cold but I keep me a heater
06' trapping off a Nokia
Lay the pounds on the scale like a Libra
High as fuck, every day I get twisted
Still sipping every day fuck a limit
How you dissing but you never
Free my niggas, man they doing a sentence
Watch snakes, no I don't watch TV
Christian Dior and my body say CD
Lowkey, no niggas don't see these
Shit hard but I make it look easy
Money low like a real slime for that
New drank, damn my stomach feel queasy
Supreme kicks, True Religion Supreme

Dior my hoodie and Dior my sneakers
Niggas ain't balling
That boy on the bleachers high with my bitch
Car too fast I be passing the Cheetah
I shot two times and he ran home, Jeter
Talking about racks, make that off a feature
That nigga strange, know I watch his demeanor
Left my bitch and I'm talking about Nina
Try to air it, got a problem, I beat it
White wifey tryna' give me
Bow, bow, on the floor and he bleeding
All my niggas they be flaging and bleeding
One shooter on the block, he Norweigan
Four Glocks on me for four seasons
Sipping drank on the road and I'm sleeping