bby kodie - dior 4 lyrics
[intro]
yeah yeah yuh, uh
yeah yeah aye uh
f-ck you and him
y’all both some b-tches
n-gg- duh!
i was like ugh
yuh
[verse]
they say why you act like you the greatest you ain’t even did sh-t yet (b-tch cause!)
i be stacking up that paper i ain’t even did sh-t yet
why your b-tch blowing my phone and i ain’t even hit that yet?
how you wanna do a song and i ain’t even seen that check?
one sec (we need that check)
(aight bet) oh that’s a big -ss bic
think you the hottest out? (n-gg-)
need to quit all that pimp sh-t
cause you not even from the south
bro these n-gg-s be swag jacking
this pimp-down-south money
this gold-in-my-mouth money
this buy-me-a-house money
this new crib condo
this new b-tch i know
kick drums like congo
i don’t know him he john doe
keep .9’s like rondo (just like rondo)
he shoot like a blind hoe
like a pimp i keep me some fine ho’s
like a simp you n-gg-s be lying hoe
n-gg-s be pitiful…
boy i can’t stand you n-gg-s
f-ck out my face with all that campy happy friendly sh-t (we not friends)
we not even cool we not no friends this ain’t no friendship (never)
that’s your boo but why the f-ck she let your mans h-t? (duh!)
she can tell that i got bands the way my pants fit (they fit nice)
the way my bands fit, them hundreds is bussin’ my pants st-tch
d-mn these jeans is hand-st-tched
you can’t even touch them you bad b-tch
i don’t like these ho’s need to stop talking
quit blowing my phone need to stop calling
he blowing your phone cause he not balling
he claiming he solid but he cop calling
you n-gg-s be lame as f-ck…
boy i can’t stand these… yeah yeah, h-llo? yuh
b-tch i been a pimp since my feet had toes (n-gg- duh)
b-tch i look this good why would i not have ho’s?
b-tch i been sick since snot had nose
and b-tch i’m the sh-t why would i not have rolls?
this a big whip and it got elbows
why the f-ck would i trip ’bout that broke -ss ho?
finna take me a trip out to cancun bro
all these bad ho’s swooned cause them racks don’t fold
it’s dior 4
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