Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Dior , by - DigDat. Release date: 16.01.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Dior |
| TT, I just blessed the fiends |
| I don’t need no press machine |
| I’m seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water |
| Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine |
| Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered |
| Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me |
| Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me |
| Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me |
| Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me |
| I know they want my soul |
| That’s why mummy said don’t trust them |
| Got no time for no hoes |
| Just fuck them, don’t love them |
| My heart’s in fully |
| When it’s beef, don’t do part time |
| Think I’m running out of luck |
| It feels like I’m on my last life |
| When everybody left |
| Still had my brothers 'cause they stayed too |
| They lying niggas, ain’t true |
| It’s funny, I see straight through |
| Bro eighteen, he got eighteen |
| Judge just threw that book at him |
| Fuck fame, got all this pain |
| Don’t feel the same when I look at him |
| TT, I just blessed the fiends |
| I don’t need no press machine |
| I’m seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water |
| Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine |
| Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered |
| Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me |
| Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me |
| Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me |
| Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me |
| All the pain in my brother’s eyes |
| Take trips to the other side |
| Baking off in them jail cells |
| No sleep, had me up at night |
| I’ll ride with S 'til the end |
| Put in work if he’s wrong or right |
| Wear different trainers with the skeng |
| I’m prayin' suttin' gets dropped tonight |
| Now we’re finding out where he sleeps |
| Slidin' out in them Jeeps |
| I blew ten bags in a week |
| Jad’s playin' for keeps |
| Amiri jeans, not Levi’s |
| All I wanted was my P’s right |
| Got light like street lights |
| Sawed-off, it come knee high |
| TT, I just blessed the fiends |
| I don’t need no press machine |
| I’m seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water |
| Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine |
| Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered |
| Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me |
| Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me |
| Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me |
| Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me |
| Youngest, richest nigga from my city |
| Baby, don’t ever mistake that |
| Bought a brick of loose, baby |
| Same day, I turn that straight crack |
| All this love for bro |
| If it’s a bullet, bro, I’ll take that |
| I make thousands with bro |
| And everyday he’s still the same man |
| I just poured some codeine, baby, I ain’t listenin' |
| I just popped a percy, mummy, these ain’t vitamins |
| Little nigga in the bando, he ain’t listenin' |
| Take that pack, I slap that nigga, then I’m gettin' rid of him |
| TT, I just blessed the fiends |
| I don’t need no press machine |
| I’m seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water |
| Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine |
| Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered |
| Bankrolls, bank-bankrolls, hella VVS' on me |
| Cali weed, promethazine and I keep a weapon on me |
| Took her Dior, bought the store, she on me |
| Flew her abroad, hit it raw, she on me |
| I don’t need no press machine |
| I’m seeing pound signs everytime I flick the water |
| Got the best of B, thousands on a next machine |
| Tryna run off on consignment, get you slaughtered |