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letra de dior freestyle - otm

[intro: blue pesos]
off the mussle for the win, n-gga
(24 on the beat)
all 2021, n-gga
statements

[verse 1: blue pesos & duffy]
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my sheets
i ain’t mean to bag your b-tch, sorry bro, she was a freak
off the mussle, we them n-ggas and we gas any beat
if i put it on her good, she gon’ put me on her leash (b-tch)
susyyt, long drum with a beam
famous with a dime, that same b-tch in your dreams
who the f-ck spilled the lean? punching n-ggas with these rings
otm (ayy), we pull up (ayy, ayy), we be makin’ b-tches scream
all stars on my team, n-gga don’t want that issue
big poles, big booths, lil’ n-gga, i’m official
if i hate her, i don’t miss her, and i know i ain’t sh-t
i just b00bangеd her sister, her mark on mе missing
her dad, he don’t like me, flirtin’ with his wifey
you know what that mean, i can hit highly likely
her aunt call me papi, 6ix9ine like tekashi
in a double-r truck like i’m chillin’ with roddy
big blues in my pocket, why you n-ggas always jocking? (huh?)
always rockin’ what we rockin’, always droppin’ when we droppin’
man, you n-gga need to stop it, sidekick like you robin
you ain’t never been the time, you had it good, you had an option
i’m the type to sn-tch your chain and go and sell it at an auction
gettin’ brain in the rage and catch a play like i’m johnson
man, sh-t ain’t been the same since a n-gga stopped flockin’
bop bop, bleed a ch-nk for them blues in my pocket
sn-tchin’ n-ggas out they car, b-tch, i’m brighter than a star
i’m so high, i almost jumped off the moon, i’m on mars (ayy)
i always been that n-gga, you can find some i’m scarred
n-ggas always actin’ hard ’til we pull up, sn-tch souls
the ‘bow came wrapped, so that n-gga let it go
ain’t no lyin’ to this b-tch, she already know i got hoes
simon says get the dough, so when we come through that door
that mean stop, drop and roll, then we pull off in a rolls
n-gga
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my sheets
i ain’t mean to bag your b-tch, sorry bro, she was a freak (sheesh)
off the mussle, we them n-ggas and we gas any beat
if i put it on her good, she gon’ put me on her leash, yeah, hundred, though
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b-tch
i ain’t mean to hit your ho, she was all on my d-ck
i need a beef and gas n-ggas up, hold on
ugh
[chorus: duffy]
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b-tch
i ain’t mean to hit your ho (what?), she was all on my d-ck (ayy)
just talked to ling ling, told her buy me more kicks
otm the dream team, lil’ b-tch, we don’t miss

[verse 2: duffy]
why you show up no sticks? bullets scarred, go fish
purple rain in my cup, lil’ b-tch, like i’m prince
take a chain? yeah, he wish, finna dig another ditch
got the barret in the bag like i play for the nicks
i’m a mac, macaroni, he a cap rapper phony
put me in, b-tch, i’m shootin’ every shot like i’m kobe
montana, b-tch, i’m tony, in his hood i’m a trophy
balenciaga steppin’, big kicks, where the goalie? (where he at?)
sets bad on p-ssy if he tell a b-tch he know me
you ain’t out of la or maybe dallas, howie homie
bad-ass n-gga joey, chasin’ green, n-gga, yoshi (all blues)
i’m ice cold, pulled the blower out and froze him
fly sh-t h-lly, stayin’ with a stick ’cause i’m chasin’ mozzarella
press me? n-gga, never
sent the b-tch, yeah, clever
i’m tryna put my n-ggas on the map like treasure
send seal like a letter, your b-tch want my sweater (b-tch, what?)
n-ggas inconsistent like the california weather
if he hard, but i’m better, on me like i’m yeller
i’ll bust him in his head with a pipe ’cause i’m pressure
i feel like tee grizzley ’cause this sh-t take no effort
this bummy n-gga really think he fresh but i’m fresher
she callin’, i’m s-xtin’, he goofy he pressin’
tell ’em get the chalk, we gon’ teach bro a lesson
no, he not with no plan, not talkin’ that dough, what the f-ck is he sayin’? (the f-ck?)
thirteen hoes with a mask like i’m jason
i’m all out of patience, this glock actin’ racist
cappin’ like a shooter, bro, that n-gga pump-faking (n-gga, yeah)
[interlude: duffy & blue pesos]
and all that, n-gga (ayy, ayy)
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b-tch
ugh, n-gga
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my sheets, ayy
n-gga, it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b-tch (yeah)
ayy, ayy

[chorus: duffy]
it’s dior on my back, it’s dior on my b-tch
i ain’t mean to hit your ho, she was all on my d-ck
just talked to ling ling, told her buy me more kicks
otm the dream team, lil’ b-tch, we don’t miss

- otm

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