Dior chords by Damedot

SimplifiedGm

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Verse 1
Gm 
Yeah, I'm dripped into your bitch,
how many licks
Is it gon' take for me to
ice up your wrist?
Nigga caught me textin' his wife
and I'm sick
If they don't fuck with
me, let's fuck em' then
Bitch, I feel like Drake
is chrome heart and it's colorin' it
Bitch tryna bust out my windows,
Jasmine Sullivan
I just might put a hit on,
for the fuck of you
Spent ten on a fit, lookin' like I hit a lick
Sixty for a brick, sixty for the Uber trip
I ain't finna do too much talkin',
we gon'
Think she gettin' whipped off the dick,
lil' bitch, get a grip
You say you need some gas,
you can get a slip
I just want the mouth, I don't want no lip
I ain't on the block, bitch, I'm on the strip
I cannot fuck with a bitch
that ain't got no drip
It's so much motherfuckin' work,
I gotta move, I need a dollar
I'm out of town, where the lean,
where the perks, where the money
All I need is some WAC, exotic pop,
not no Jollies
Wish I could go to Follies,
I just got her back in Gaza
At my high as fuck,
probably all these hoes wanna slide me
All the haters tryna pop me,
all the realers tryna cop some
You can't hang around, damn, Doc,
you ain't gon' drop none
Niggas actin' macho on they songs,
got me eye -poppin'
I'm drippin' Dior, bitch, how many licks?
Is it gon' take for me to ice
up your wrist?
Nigga caught me textin' his wife,
had him sick
If they don't fuck with me, let's
fuck them then
Bitch, I feel like Drake,
it's chrome heart and it's color -knit
Bitch tryna bust out my windows,
jazmin' celibate
Just might put a hit on, for the fuck of it
Bitch how many licks,
this a better question baby how many strips
I gotta put on a gram understand that I'm rich,
Rich nigga summer
I got hoes not a bitch,
Let's get it 60 for the brick,
A lil extra for the hick,
Seal pint so hick,
He can't even take a sip,
If I'm on a vacation I ain't take a bitch,
Pop is you thinking you gon win
you ain't take a risk,
You say you need some gas
you can get a zip,
You say you making money
it ain't making sense,
Oh, the bitch topped you off,
but you paid her rent
My shoes ain't McQueen,
shirt's Saint Laurent
The Gucci scent topped it off,
I picked her up and dropped her off
She had a nigga boxers off,
boy, knock it off, I knock you off
Went up on me, run for a picture,
bro, gon' drop you off
Ain't no runnin' off,
if you old, take his pockets off
I'm dripped into your bitch,
how many licks?
Is it gon' take for me
to ice up your wrist?
Nigga caught me textin' his wife,
had him sick
If they don't fuck with me,
let's fuck him then
Bitch, I feel like Drake is chrome
heart and it's color knit
Bitch tryna bust out my windows
jazmin' celibate
Watch this mic put a hit on,
for the fuck of