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bigchildsupport - big dior lyrics

[intro] [aye yuh] [big dior] [gang] [dior] [dior] [gang] [aye] [aye] [aye]

[chorus] walk in a party we f+cking sh+t up she not a topper then she outta luck not from [?] but keep it a buck drop on a opp catch his ass in a cut backwoods only not touching a dutch choppa got hands and you can get touched you say you got poles but don’t got enough lay his ass down [?] him up

[verse 1]
big dior baby we poppin his sh+t this choppa a car it can give you a lyft it could get hectic you trappin for real tweak if you want and get popped like a pill [?] in i am for real how you want smoke but you not in the field sirens go off but this not a drill playing big p+ssy get put on the grill walk in your trap wheres the racks at your diamonds fake you wearing fake baguettes hating on me and ain’t got a baguette h+llcat racing like something off mad max 100 round drum ain’t no reload come take your soul like i am the repose i got the tool like i came from home depot this choppa gon sing all in a c note

[chorus] walk in a party we f+cking sh+t she not a topper then she outta luck not from [?] but keep it a buck drop on a opp catch his ass in a cut backwoods only not touching a dutch choppa got hands and you can get touched you say you got poles but don’t got enough lay his ass down [?] him up

[verse 2] yeah big dior baby you know what we on glock like beyonce singing a song backwoods only can’t f+ck with a bong smoking on gas like cheech and chong come to your city we f+cking sh+t up ain’t sipping on beer wokhardt in my cup she gotta go if she don’t like to suck can’t f+ck with your b+tch cause she look like a dub walk in the store get sh+t you can’t afford [?] with christian dior got to that bag but i’m tryna get more came from the bottom would sleep on the floor im thuggin for real give a f+ck bout the law that b+tch can’t top she got d+ck in her jaw got a fat ass yet she suck like a straw yeah yeah for real you’ve been working for years how the f+ck is you broke dusting you head we all know you a joke money no fabric really sh+t that i spoke walk in the party with a glock in my coat big glock on me bands keep falling bands came in b+tches keep calling all gas no breaks and you whips still stalling racks in my robins can’t keep me a wallet

[chorus] walk in a party we f+cking sh+t up she not a topper then she outta luck not from [?] but keep it a buck drop on a opp catch his ass in a cut backwoods only not touching a dutch choppa got hands and you can get touched you say you got poles but don’t got enough lay his ass down [?] him up

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