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Christian Dior sweater
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Christian Dior sweater
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Remembering all the things that we got into
I ain't playing around
I'm laying you down
The tracks in your hair, I'm taking em' out
I'm staying around
Is you staying around
She been on my phone saying that I'm playing around
You kept it real before so don't change on me now
I've been running up them bands, I got some change on me now
Smoking dope right out the pound you see the haze in the house
Neck is full of water, I could swim in a drought
Stackin' up the funds I got a cakin' amount
If I said I love you, bet I'm holding it down
Your man was a lame, he ain't taking you out
And no I'm not the same I put some gold in my mouth
Said she from the north but she going down south
Now I'm in a Porsche, so they wanna hang out
Your nigga just a dork, he don't wanna bang out
I can't trust a soul, I keep the bands in my house
When its time for war, I'm in the van then I'm out
Niggas saying anything, its all for the clout
Told 'em, come and see me, you can see what I'm bout
Yeah
She don't want a man like that
Told her she could hit my phone right back
She don't want a man like that
Told her she could hit my phone right back
Christian Dior sweater
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Christian Dior sweater
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Christian Dior sweater
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Remembering all the things that we got into
I ain't playing around
I'm laying you down
The tracks in your hair, I'm taking em' out
I'm staying around
Is you staying around
She been on my phone saying that I'm playing around
You kept it real before so don't change on me now
I've been running up them bands, I got some change on me now
Smoking dope right out the pound you see the haze in the house
Neck is full of water, I could swim in a drought
Stackin' up the funds I got a cakin' amount
If I said I love you, bet I'm holding it down
Your man was a lame, he ain't taking you out
And no I'm not the same I put some gold in my mouth
Said she from the north but she going down south
Now I'm in a Porsche, so they wanna hang out
Your nigga just a dork, he don't wanna bang out
I can't trust a soul, I keep the bands in my house
When its time for war, I'm in the van then I'm out
Niggas saying anything, its all for the clout
Told 'em, come and see me, you can see what I'm bout
Yeah
She don't want a man like that
Told her she could hit my phone right back
She don't want a man like that
Told her she could hit my phone right back
Christian Dior sweater
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Christian Dior sweater
Your heart so cold and mine is no better
Credits
Writer(s): Terrell Burke
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