DIOR VILLAIN

Numb throats and gritty living
Spliff ends no pretty women
Man whippin' in a kitchen
Para fumes got em twitchin'
Gloc live get you fried like a chicken
And I don't play baseball
But I got a bat if they fucking pitching
Snakes in the grass
Snitches in the system
Man am on a mission
Tryna write bars not be behind them in prison
N' they can have their dreams but man I got a vision
36 naughts
But my Ex says she Christian
I'm more Dior dripped out type of Villain
I tried to tell her I guess she didn't listen
Must of been keen like Roy or Milton
Might take a new one
Paris or Lisbon
Paco Rabanne yeah she one in a million
Smokin' on some Scotti
Ballin like im Pippin
3 points game 7 n' we winnin'
Vossi what I'm drinking
Gin what she sippin'
Shits turned around since the beginning
I was broke and never fucking grinning
Now it's eighty pound cali packs I'm chinnin'
There's a new King
A new King in this Kingdom
And I can get your Charles and yeah it's a sick one
Yeah we get the best they don't know where this shits from
Bang on that's everyones opinion
Big back and She Brazilian
Pack come through give her my dues
And her commission
I know convicts so I do it with conviction
Pain, suffering and affliction
Fiends, dealers and addiction
Needles for free
And morphine the prescription
Early grave the prediction
Forgotten soles in this slave state system
Early grave the prediction
Forgotten soles in this slave state system

36 naughts but my Ex says she Christian
I'm more Dior dripped out type of Villain
I tried to tell her I guess she didn't listen
Must of been keen like Roy or Milton
I know cats but I don't do kittens
M6 on a mission
Illuminati prison systems in my hippie LSD visions
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No love like I'm Wayne
But I make her think that I'm romantic
My bad b for being long I got stuck in traffic
Oh what a classic
New Merc whip black and it metallic
Stash spot made by my mechanic
Bundesliga back yeah I had to grab it
Portuguese chick or Spanish
Got a pack and make it vanish
Call me Penn And Teller
Yeah I'm good with the magic
I turn girls into sinners who were Catholic
I'm not cut from the cloth
I'm cut from different fabric
Fucking nines with tits that are plastic
I say I'm a nice lad
And she says I'm sarcastic
But She can't get enough I'm her Steve Lacy bad habit

36 naughts but my Ex says she Christian
I'm more Dior dripped out type of Villain
I tried to tell her I guess she didn't listen
Must of been keen like Roy or Milton
I know cats but I don't do kittens
M6 on a mission
Illuminati prison systems in my hippie LSD visions
Listen

I guess it's just this life I'm in
Trapped in a life of sin
Black Merc German what I'm arriving in
Late nights of poker got me lying in
Double Vossi at the bar what I'm buying in
Cali packs still flying in
Shiftin' weight before I even hit the gym
Link my barber cop a trim
Link my cropper crop the ting
My kid ain't a boxer but he still get boxes in
We triple G's like Gennady Golovkin
Put you in a coffin no problem
Mask on life I'm Watchmen
Leave you rottin' like Golem
I'd be the kid Batman's after If I lived in Gotham
Good dots for your block
Proper Cotton
That's that shit that turns soles rotten
I said it once before I guess we all forgotten
Clean that doe like clothes do Johnsons
Johnsons
Looking at the scales weighing up my options
Yeah I'm sick of seeing toxins
Things playing on my conscience
I guess we all got our own fucking problems

36 naughts but my Ex says she Christian
I'm more Dior dripped out type of Villain
I tried to tell her I guess she didn't listen
Must of been keen like Roy or Milton
I know cats but I don't do kittens
M6 on a mission
Illuminati prison systems in my hippie LSD visions
Listen



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Writer(s): Sinner Serb
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