Christian Dior's Lyrics

Better watch where you stepping lil nigga, I turn to a demon about my

Watch where you stepping lil nigga, I turn to a demon about my Christian Dior's

Everything I wear exotic, so hard to find this you can't buy it in the store

She ride dick and hold ankles, way she look back at the kid

Know I'm fucking a whore

She done ran me up a hunnid' round of applause for the bitch, she deserve and award

But she cannot get a ring from a nigga

When I'm with you, don't be taking no pictures

I sip wock' I'm protecting my liver

Don't do kisses, don't ask me to kiss you

Who want smoke? Let me know what's the issue

Who want smoke? Let me know what's the issue

Who want smoke? Let me know what's the issue

Who want smoke? Let me know what's the issue

I got one word for you bitch ass niggas, if you fuck with Tha Baby

Ima smoke you

If you fuck with Tha Baby

Ima smoke you

Im off two RP ten's, I'll take a bitch soul

I don't want the bitch if the bitch ain't a hoe

Ain't fucking with niggas, these niggas all hoes

They sharing them pistols, and sharing them clothes

Waiting outside, catch that boy at his home

Waiting outside, catch that boy at his home

Waiting outside, catch that boy at his home

Waiting outside, catch that boy at his home

Waiting outside of his crib, tryna get him

You go and kiss her, she ate me for dinner

Bitch I'm the realest, so realer than niggas

Throw them p's up, when you see me lil nigga

If you need a perk' then you not a real killer

If you need a perk' then you not a real killer

If you need a perk' then you not a real killer

If you need a perk' then you not a real killer

Watch where you stepping lil nigga, I turn to a demon about my Christian Dior's

Everything I wear exotic, so hard to find this you can't buy it in the store

She ride dick and hold ankles, way she look back at the kid

Know I'm fucking a whore

She done ran me up a hunnid' round of applause for the bitch, she deserve and award