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yori - ​fake dior! lyrics

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[verse 1]
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
i don’t get involved
i just let ’em pop their pills
bro, just don’t watch it
i could make your girl question
why she’s even there still (yeah)
she get thirty days like a trial
no netflix
[?] with a b+tch
think she’s grass, so i can’t ignore
(can’t yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
said she love my shirt
i’mma dry clean, but floor
(dry clean but floor, dry clean but floor)
never let my n+ggas
catch you cashing out on fake dior
(woah, cashing out on fake dior)
drank had had me acting out
then she bust it on the floor
all the way out
on her homie couch
(yeah)

[verse 2]
coming with her mind, on the top floor
(she put the c4, on the sea floor)
now i’m in chicago, with my motherf+cking mudboys
(she put the c4, on the sea floor)
i don’t get involved
i just let ’em pop their pills
bro, just don’t watch it
i could make your girl question
why she’s even there still (yeah)
she get thirty days like a trial
no netflix (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[?] with a b+tch
think she’s grass, so i can’t ignore
(can’t yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
said she love my shirt
i’mma dry clean, but floor
(dry clean but floor, dry clean but floor)
never let my n+ggas
catch you cashing out on fake dior
(woah cashing out on fake dior)
drank had had me acting out
then she bust it on the floor
all the way out
on her homie couch



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