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letra de dior - deebaby

[intro]
oh-i, i-i
oh-i, i-i
oh-i, i-i
don’t you be afraid of the dark
i’ll stay with you in the eye of the storm
i’ll stand until my legs can’t hold me
up anymore
d-mn, mybaad

[post-chorus]
they say, “baby, you been trippin’ on them pills lately”
told me to graduate, i didn’t, but i still made it
they said, “baby, that ain’t your child”, but i still raised him
and i just bought a srt, i guess i’m h-llraisin
as a child i got my back stabbed, i’m still bleedin’
somewhere we throw away hoodies, buy more when it’s easy
bussed down so many of them pounds, it put the oh in geesy
police get hot then draw on me, ’cause they see i’m inky
that’s not a good enough reason
[verse]
i could here you cry from a picture, baby, mona lisa
i want a bad b-tch to love me, i can’t find the pieces
i’m havin’ thoughts of goin’ back, ’cause i’m so tired of recent
she loved me, baby you didn’t, then how the f-ck she decent
her heart been takin’ i can’t find it, i ain’t know what’s missin’
you only dropped the ball one time, now it got missin’ pieces
you did me wrong, i did you wrong, now you got amnesia
you never told me, so guess who told me they seen you with him
if you her bestfriend why you layin’ in my bed, ohh
inside your feelings tellin’ me it’s right, but feels so wrong
you pull up drunk to say some sh-t you could’ve said on the phone
slept in my bed ’til i got home, but you can’t stay too long
and if this secret gets out soon, watch all h-ll break loose
these srts and amgs, i used to ride a grey buick
seventeen years back at atlanta, i start to feel like ray lewis
forty-one-hundred times, pull up like i’m hanes truett
i’m with people we speakin’ vietnamese, it’s gettin’ fluent
i hanged with crips durin’ school, they put the c in truance
but you in court by yourself, don’t see n0body there with you

[chorus]
do you want dior or dior?
love me for who i really am
i don’t know if she want fendi or chanel
every needle in the wall
she swing that hammer ’til she tired
just follow me ’cause i could sacrifice it all
[post-chorus]
they say, “baby, you been trippin’ on them pills lately”
told me to graduate, i didn’t, but i still made it
they said, “baby, that ain’t your child”, but i still raised him
and i just bought a srt, i guess i’m h-llraisin
as a child i got my back stabbed, i’m still bleedin’
somewhere we throw away hoodies, buy more when it’s season
bussed down so many of them pounds, it put the oh in geesy
police get hot, then draw on me ’cause they see i’m inky
that’s not a good enough reason

- deebaby

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