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dior don - out my element lyrics

(and we doin’ it again and again)

ain’t no way that p+ssy heaven sent (yah, wow)
that sh+t get me out my element
anything illegal be my medicine (i need my drugs)
tote a desert eagle, it’s a heavy one (that b+tch a slug)
heavy metal rockstar, i married one (she the one)
if we talkin’ verses, b+tch, i carried some (two, three)
innocent but with that gun, that boy a scary one (watch out)
in the mix, i turn the city to a burial
lamb run up the mileage, mileage (mileage, milеage)
post up, my b+tch co+pilot
i see in her eyеs, she want the bread
yeah, i got it (got it, got it, got it)
how you outside ain’t makin’ no money?
we don’t sign off for that sh+t, we don’t co+sign it (you straight p+ssy)
booted up my ends, booted up my b+tch
now i think i’ma be silent (stay stylish)
just stay true to your friends, keep your enemies on 10
how could i ever lose? all around me is winners
october’s very own, on this side, we split it
infinity stones, i pick ’em up in a rental
link me at the flats, you ain’t gotta be a member
she wanna lay up in bed, i’m tryna lay up a million
two different phones, two different ways i can show you i meant it
you got three new bones to pick everytime you see what i’m hittin’
i got four new hoes to take your place, stop bein’ so silly (blatt)
bring the packs out
slaughter gang back out
tell ’em bring their best out
i be my fathers sixth son, sixes everywhere
b+tch, i put the six on with my chest out (big four, let’s go)
f+ck just what you’re talkin’ ’bout
21 guns, only need but one shot to make his legs cross (brrr, brrr)
25 drums, only need but one round to make it sound like iraq, rip his head off (huh, huh, huh)
(huh, huh, that’s right)
(huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
(that’s right)
(whoo!, huh)
ain’t no way that p+ssy heaven sent (yah, wow)
that sh+t get me out my element
anything illegal be my medicine (i need my drugs)
tote a desert eagle, it’s a heavy one (that b+tch a slug)
heavy metal rockstar, i married one (she the one)
if we talkin’ verses, b+tch, i carried some (two, three)
innocent but with that gun, that boy a scary one (watch out)
in the mix, i turn the city to a burial

- dior don lyrics

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