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letra de dove - 55bagz

[chorus]
(brr)
her impression of christian dior (huh)
we never shop in the store (huh)
i drip like it’s spit when you pour (drip drip)
count up the racks when i’m bored (huh)
her impression of christian dior (christian dior huh)
we never shop in the store (we never shop in the store, huh)
i drip like it’s spit when you pour (drip drip)
count up the racks when i’m bored (huh)

[verse 1]
so sell your boy like 3 times, i trap on my free time
cartier on my neck and wrist, so buss, so i can’t see time
ridin’ round in that scat pack, with that strap on my seat recline
rick owens that sack in em’ margiela keep my feet in linе
send him 4, then send him 5, see if hе can sell em’ all, then send him 9 (yeah yeah)
dove gang, we get dove high
i just made him k!ll a man he with the dove now
don’t wan’t no valentine, i just want valentino
rick owen number 9’s and 90 in vlone
louis jacket, 30 bands, could bought me a kilo
oh wait i just popped a xan, forgot we in re-up (huh huh)
get him 5, sh-t gon’ get him high
cause i just bought a brand new glizzy, i can’t wait to fire
i’m in sak with bout’ 40 bands, i mean 45
like don’t dap me, i wear a 43, if i really wear a nine (huh)
i just sold a hundred boats, goin hundred five (yeah)
i f-ck with the trench boys, got shooters on the 9
i flex like i’m on steroids, perpetual on these guys (brr)
i’m hotter than h-ll boy, demon on the rise (aye)
[chorus]
her impression of christian dior (huh)
we never shop in the store (we never shop in the store, huh)
i drip like it’s spit when you pour (drip like it’s spit)
count up the racks when i’m bored (brr brr brr)
her impression of christian dior (huh)
we never shop in the store (huh)
i drip like it’s spit when you pour (huh)
count up the racks when i’m bored (huh)

[verse 2]
got both for 22, my shoes cost 25
i got this round for 28, i charge him 45
this sh-t worth a hundred m’s, i charge the label 5 (huh)
i done spent a hundred bands i’m tryna make it out (yeah)
kiss the pack like goodbye, get gone (huh)
this a breezy beat so i know this is his song
i ride with my bl!ck out, you scared, get out
i just bought my b-tch a goyard bag so she could chill out (55, huh)
get him 5, get him home
boy i drip like i just stole a stylist closet out his home (huh)
i don’t like broke n-ggas, we never got along (huh)
this the og chrome heart, what the f-ck do you got on? (huh)
got this pint for two three, i just poured a four
i’ll pull up in that two seater and send your ass a bow
boy these n-ggas too cheap, i swear they broke (huh)
i should be a stylist, the way i’m puttin’ this sh-t on (55)
[chorus]
her impression of christian dior (huh)
we never shop in the store (no, huh)
i drip like it’s spit when you pour (huh)
count up the racks when i’m bored (count up the racks when i’m bored)
her impression of christian dior (huh)
we never shop in the store (huh)
i drip like it’s spit when you pour (pour)
count up the racks when i’m bored (huh)

- 55bagz

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